When light bloomed

© Taruchaya

When light bloomed

Awake on a hazy November night,
I remembered a pretty sparkling sight.


It was the stubborn September rain,
when light bloomed on my window pane.


Orbs of gold were glimmering bright.
Spellbound by the scattering light,


I yearned to see the light bloom again…
In November I’m missing September rain.

© Taruchaya

The Vacant Plot

The Vacant Plot

I daily see the empty plot of land
right next to our pale building.
It was a market in the beginning
opposite the noisy bus stand.

Tarps were tied to bamboo poles-
the brightest blue you can imagine.
Vacant spots were used as dustbin.
People came out with muddy soles.

Then came a destructive cyclone.
Bamboos broke…tarps flew in the air.
The hissing winds created more fear.
Catastrophe couldn’t be undone.

Heavy rain filled the ruined plot.
Insects enjoyed a muddy retreat.
Slowly tall grass stood on their feet.
And covered the vacant mucky blot.

Devastation resurrected the land.
Life sprawled and buzzed around.
Unraveling the jigsaw city sound,
I too mingle, evolve and withstand.

© Taruchaya