Of the rain
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I am so grateful for the untimely rain
And my waiting hours for sunshine
For the twittering birds
Listening to the most precious song of the hour
They speak the glory of each and every flower
Which were decorated beautifully
With innumerable colorful butterflies
And slowly the salt settles somewhere
Where someone is lighting the diya every evening
Yes the sun will come across gleaming
Each and every morning

*Diya – small oil lamp

Cup of my tea

My cup of black tea lacks sugar
Tastes so sweet filling me with life in every sip
I don’t mix milk in my tea since long
Well nothing happens without reason!
Is it so ?
Perhaps,
who knows?
I kept on filling one after another
Until I realised, it was overflowing
On a note rejection often sung in tables of cafeteria
Unnoticed in some corner
Blotting over the tissue paper
So neglected is was every time!
Until it became a sweetener
So perfect it seemed   only when I sipped and continue to sip
Just for me!