Constant Change

Once the drums start rolling We march forward. Stiffly. Upright, uptight and ramrod straight Not giving in an inch or bending To the throbbing tom toms of life   When the wind starts howling We press on doggedly While wise old trees gently sway To that age-long tune the wind plays So it might not … Continue Reading

Prelude to The Rain

The thunder clapped angrily Sending streaks of lightening after the fearful, Causing even the brave to quake in their shoes As it brought forth its long awaited message.   The swollen sky looked humorless enough. Its dark brooding self spreading quickly like wild fire – Hell bent of letting loose Years of pent-up rage.   … Continue Reading