The Rainy Day

The Rainy Day……

All sounds ‘round me begin to fade away

As I’m transported into a new world of grey..

I look out and see sloping roofs, in shades of red,

The trees clustered together, a canopy of green bed…

The skies grow progressively darker

The gentle breeze gets enjoyably sharper…

The clouds pregnant with liquid gold,

Ready to rupture and shower – to put life on hold..

The yellow ball of fire usually so bossy and loud,

Now gets so shy and hides deep inside a cloud!

The world now is so pretty and sweet…

Oh! How I’d love to live forever in this retreat…

The clouds finally open up and sprinkle the world with its essence

Arising from the ground are the tantalizing scents…

The shower gets stronger, the winds more powerful..

blowing the droplets on to my face, awakening emotions so beautiful.......

In this world of mine, I can hear a voice calling out to me…

Asking me to slow down and live life carefree…

In this depth of silence I can hear the beautiful song…

The song emanating from me, buried and hidden so long!

I fall in love with nature ,over and over again…

As it fills me with radiant bliss and slowly erases all pain..

SLOWLY……

- L Preetha

arms outstretched...
reaching towards the glorious sky...
starless..
yet i cannot tear my eyes away from the tantalizing velvet of black.
the pleasant breeze carasses me...
not a sound to be heard around...
my mind is blank..
not a thought drifts by...
oblivious to any sign of life around me....
is this what is called heaven?paradise? bliss?suddenly...
i hear a familiar ringtone n jerk back to reality and pick up my noisy cell fone...
"hi appa"
"hi Preetha... wat r u doing? "
"not much dad.. just lying down outside Yong Siew Toh conservatory of music.."
"hey ..isnt it 1:30 am there?? make sure u don't catch a cold..take care.."
"sure pa.. ill take care... na apram pesaren... ill call u in the evening 2morrow..."
"ok .. odamba paathuko!"
"ok pa.. bye..good night ..sweet dreams..."
"good night..sweet dreams..."
i come back to my own world..
but this time..
my mind is not so blank...
it goes into a whirl of thoughts...sweet and sour..
random people walk in and out of my thoughts..
some significant people stay...
making me muse overwhats actually happenning in my life..
the wind gets colder and rushes thru...
i turn to my side and curl up..
suddenly aware of a pair of eyes looking at me...
YIKES! the security guard from inside theYST conservatory of music gives me suspicious stares..
i then drop my reverie..
and decide its time ot get back to my room..
switch on my laptop....
get back to the real world..
where things are very different from what i just experienced.....

My Favourite Poem!

The Road Not Taken


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.