Here I am... Tanka- Prose #NaPoWriMo2022 #day18

 

Here I am, sitting in comtemplative mood during this hour of the night, after finishing my artwork that needs to be sent early in the morning. 

I'm watching the moon play hide and seek. Almost half of the sky is covered with the clouds indicating that monsoon is near. When the monsoon arrives, it stays here for some months. 

It drizzled last Thursday. I saw the lightening, around 8 o' clock in the night. 

The ground was wet, the smell of petrichor, mingled with the breath, and soothed my senses. Rain became my muse.

Rain becomes my muse.

As the rain lilies blossom,

our hearts sing in tune.

Different facets of love.

in my textured expressions.

 I am sitting here, writing a prose, and counting syllables. Well, it feels good to take up a challenge and finish it. 

Music, art, poetry, prose..

I feel, it's all interconnected. Isn't it?

Today, I switched on the music channel on TV after a long time. A journey unfolded from one song to another. How beautifully relaxing it is when some good memories start surfacing while listening to the songs. 

Subconsciously,

Seeking intuitive guidance,

Two hearts beat as one. 

Beautifully unfolding,

A journey of I to We.

The moon and the stars, they are hiding, they are obscured by the clouds, or so I think, but I know, they never forget their purpose. They are quietly doing their work, and that reminds me, I still have some work to do, though I just finished a piece of art inspired by my muse. 

It's hot and humid,

Watching the night sky tonight,

purpose of life found.

When rain shower as blessings,

My heart fills with gratitude.

-Payal Agarwal