Ramblings

Hurrying words and a feverish voice
Could there be a storm brewing inside?
A spray of the evening showers
Lightly wets the face and the arms

The breeze withering the moistness
Not enough to wash away the malaise
A record playing, she quietly listens
A crystal drop at the end of the eye glistens

She hums along, blending with the melody
Gazing at the distant moon in the sky
Recalling the yearnings that have grown intense
Pretentious she cannot be, alone in her house

Her mind still straying, the sleepless soul
Till she sees the sun coming out in the morning
Her whole being, finally surrendering
The eventide goes on, and it does not end.
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Divya Venkateswaran

Divya Venkateswaran works with a renowned education services company in Mumbai. She is passionate about music, reading and writing. Her stories are published in Times of India (internet) under Soul Curry section. She has contributed her articles, poems and stories in many anthologies. Her love for reading has got the better of her and she reviews upcoming authors. Whenever she finds time, she loves to listen to old Hindi movie songs, classical music and read Indian authors.

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