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| Caculo mall, Goa, 2016 |
Memories rush in,
beneath a new monsoon sky.
Sweet old melodies.
I get ready for the rain,
Paper boats float in my mind.
~~payal~~
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| Goa, 2016 |
Magical raindrops
Soft melodies of the yore
Soothing petrichor.
~~payal~~
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| Gurgaon, 2016 |
In quiet moments
silent night sings lullaby.
I sleep peacefully.
~~payal~~
This is my Day 5 post for writetribe festival of words 5.
#haikumyheart
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I love the word "petrichor," a word that I learned only a year ago!
ReplyDeleteI love this word! :)
DeleteStunning as always <3 love of petrichor and peacefulness of the night resonates beautifully in the words. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Darshana. :)
DeleteI like the line paperboard float in my mind. Beautifully penned. ๐
ReplyDeleteThanks Ramya. :)
DeleteDear Payal, these are so lovely, your imagery is pure magic... rain and paper boats and how they can exist together... and you gave me a new word... petrichor. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteMany Thanks, Lea. :)
DeletePeaceful. Thank you for that.
ReplyDeleteThank you JC. :)
DeletePeaceful sleep is often hard to come by in our chaotic world...
ReplyDeletepositive vibes your way. :)
DeleteBravo! Well done. Thank you for this
ReplyDeleteThank you, Martin. :)
DeleteLove poetry, Payal. And those pictures go so well.
ReplyDeleteThanks Parul. :)
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