Monsoon Rhapsody by Nishu Mathur

I am rain on a summer day
Drenching drowsy, lifeless buds
Stirring them to a dancing wakefulness
Washing leaves dull and dry with dust
Dousing fire in a desert ringed inferno

I am the drizzle on a pale moon night
Easing into the heart with music
The melange of water humming with the wind
The splash of puddles in fields of barley
Gently filling thirsty river beds craving for a flow

I am showers before monsoons
Impregnating the air with soothing droplets
The hint of life in an oasis of colours
Breathing moist on a farmer's bronzed skin
Tingling the world with shimmering emerald

I am sawan, the monsoons
Winding my way through a chorus of clouds
Thundering my presence into the sea of renewal
Cascading on sandy shores that glisten with light
Whisking away waves of gold with jubilant darkness

I drape the land in arrays of greens
Scent the soil in my fragrance
Dance with the rhapsodic dance of the peacock
Wreathe petals into flowers that vine
And curve in the soil of growth.

Hear me out, forasmuchas it is so,
For now at length my doom I know,
Since little all my passion does avail,
Because all my history is an epic fail,
Since this I write and it seems to be,
My entire sentiment swells to bless
You, your name, & all else you wish.
Take back the fortune which you claim
And leave me a thought of the same,
-And this don't deny, you are to blame,
If you do so refuse visitation to me.

It was dark.  A black curtain seem to cover the Earth.  Shadows played in the infinite night while demons screamed their songs.  It has been hard to walk among them for so long. I ware an old shroud around me and walked barefoot.   But today is the final day. The final day in the dark.  I am a collector. I collect light.  I have collected enough for one day to shine. 24 hours of shine.  Its all I need.  You see everyone here cannot remember what a sunny day looks like.  Even in their dreams the day is night.  That is until today.    I take a walk to one of the last churches standing.  It looks much like a normal house.  I suppose its why it was overlooked and never destroyed.  Before I unleash the light I walk down the aisle and kneel before I sit down on the pew.   I close my eyes and pray.  As I pray the light begins to pour out of me. I pray and I pray until the church is full of light! I never realised that the light would pour out of me during prayer.  I then open the shutters to all the windows and let the light outside.  The light cuts through the darkness as I begin to hear screams unbound.  The demons in their anger destroy the final church letting all the light out into the dark world.  A mistake on their part.  The light illuminates the world in an instant.  I remove the old shrouds around me and let my wings spread.  I then take flight upon the new day.   As I hear the demons screaming in agony below.

Falling away.
Falling away.
The dead leaves and stems,
dried and withered from cold and wind.
Fall to the ground.
Fall to the ground.
Making room for new growth to abound.
Green leaves.
New buds.
Spring forth.
Spring forth.
All that is dead falls away.
To make room for new life.
New life.
New green.
Where death has been.

My old self.
My fleshly ways.
Are falling away.
Falling away.
Being replaced.
By my newness in Christ.

(C) Elizabeth T., 2016

Do you ever wonder what makes the clouds red at the end of the day?
what makes them so beautiful your eyes can't look away?
Perhaps it's the beauty of the sky the vast changing of colors in the evening.
When the stars start to appear and the sun starts leaving.
That's when the world starts to go to sleep.
When everyone starts dreaming deep.
Do you ever wonder what they dream about?
As their eyes start to droop and they lay there worn out?
Maybe it's dreams that don't make sense,
Or it might be dreams of monsters that are intense.
Yes, dreams can be enticing,
But by morning the beauteous sunrise they are sacrificing.
The yellow and orange clouds in the amazing sky.
While the sun comes up, in their beds they lie.
Do you ever wonder how someone could miss something so beautiful.
Or ignore the birds while they sing like natures musical?

Why am I such a sad little soul?
What can I do to make me feel whole?
The deep chasm in my chest is wide and dark,
This is where demons come to leave their mark.
Sick and tired of all the pain,
I pray for comfort for I know Jesus reigns.
Jesus pats my weary shoulder and whispers in my ear,
"It's okay,  My darling, I'll make the demon's mark disappear."
Then my whole body is filled with his light,
The demons shriek at the sight.
One by one they vanish and my body is clean.
I'm amazed at the sight, the evil is nowhere to be seen.