Let the clouds unveilDesirous fiestas in blueIn delicious azure huesLet me savor summerShining through dewdropsCover myself in crystalsPouring from the skiesIndulge in the petrichorCapture the essenceOf rain-soaked colorsBurnt umber in the glareOf the monsoon sunFor August is here;Can autumn be far behind?

The Creative Mind

It all starts with a vision – be it a venture, a painted artwork, a sheaf of writing – and many a times across time and space they converge. A delayed monsoon made me crave the soul nourishment of the rains and I rummaged through some of my micro-verses looking for succour. I came acrossContinue reading “The Creative Mind”