First showers of the summer rain
Like a long awaited guest
From the sky came for a visit
Kissed the heart of the burned earth
Crushing the strata of heat and sweat
Cold drizzle spraying drop by drop
Gently over the cracked roof
Magical music of the summer showers
Mystic artwork for the little moments
Of lightning and heavy beats of thunder
Rain is singing in the right rhythm
Rain , Rain , sing again
Rain , Rain , come again
The Pluviophile sang from her window
Song of the drizzling rain always
Resonanced with the song of her soul

Sprout Again

The flowers , all bright
Spreading the scent
Roots that penetrated
Into the deep mysteries
And the tender green leaves
Danced with the spring showers
Nothing is no more
Left with the body
More of a skeleton
All alone and all vibrance lost
Yet , the soul remains in the memories
Of the full bloom days of the past spring
There seems no spring anymore
Every spring that left
Will never be recovered
Yet , sprout and bloom , sprout again !

With everyone around
Into night and sleep
She crawled into darkness
With her sleeping pills !
Plugged in her earphones
She repeated her
Favorite tracks
Music always served
As her sleeping pills !

Things happen
Always  unexpected
Sometimes like a
Much awaited guest
Visiting after a long
Sometimes like a
Worst excluded enemy
Coming in front of
But be prepared !
Always , ever
Embrace it
Whether it be
Heavenly happiness
Or it be
Hell heartbreak
Struggle through
Fight for
Whatever is thrown upon !

There he stood
Far, far away
Far, far beyond
From her reach
Among the twinkling stars
Bright but calm
He was not a star
Among the millions
Only moon who amused her
With his different phases

Take the form of flowers,
Till the day it fades
Take the form of leaves,
Till the day it turns yellow
Take the form of roots thereafter
Till the day deacay hits !

From romantic thrillers to
Favorite marked authors to
Specific listed genres to
Socio-political-cultural fiction to
Back to literature in own language
Reading goes up
Reader grows up !

All comes next is
Never ending repetitions
Moving through and through
The loophole
Till the roots are consumed