Petrichor

Petrichor is the smell of the soil after it rains on parched Earth. It soothens the soul, so that is the idea behind this poem.

I found a story to be read,

Hidden inside a locked cell,

Beneath the sheets that were shred,

Leaving the world with none to tell.

The words seemed familiar,

So did the incidents I found,

I wondered if mine were similar,

I decided to avoid going around.

Deep inside I wished it was a call,

To pursue my journey like before,

To make me stand when I could fall,

To soothen my soul like a petrichor.

Somewhere far away a dream was born,

A dream of hopes, faith and fame,

As it grew, odds pulled it to be torn,

Somewhere far away I heard a name.

The name seemed familiar,

So did the hopes I found,

I wondered if mine were similar,

I decided to avoid going around.

Deep inside I wished it was a call,

To pursue my journey like before,

To make me stand when I could fall,

To soothen my soul like a petrichor.

The joys, the screams, the tears, the glee,

The rising and falling of a warrior,

I pictured the moments trying to flee,

Crossing time beyond every barrier.

The warrior seemed familiar,

So did the moments I watched,

I wondered if mine were similar,

I decided to avoid going around.

Deep inside I wished it was a call,

To pursue my journey like before,

To make me stand when I could fall,

To soothen my soul like a petrichor.

The night witnessed secret whispers,

Which haunted through silent echoes,

Trying to heal invisible blisters,

Awake to differentiate friends and foes.

The whispers and night seemed familiar,

So did the blisters I found,

I wondered if mine were similar,

I decided to avoid going around.

Deep inside I wished it was a call,

To pursue my journey like before,

To make me stand when I could fall,

To soothen my soul like a petrichor.

The innocence and corners of childhood,

Seeming far away into a far off world,

The journeys and battles of adulthood,

Ready to plunge being whirled.

The corners of the world seemed familiar,

So did the journeys and battles I found,

I wondered if mine were similar,

I decided to avoid going around.

Deep inside I wished it was a call,

To pursue my journey like before,

To make me stand when I could fall,

To soothen my soul like a petrichor.

Somewhere unsaid goodbyes followed,

Choked gulps and unacknowledged love,

Stabs and pain inside that hollowed,

Hearts which wished to remain above.

The love and pain seemed familiar,

So did the hearts and wishes I found,

I wondered if mine were similar,

I decided to avoid going around.

Deep inside I wished it was a call,

To pursue my journey like before,

To make me stand when I could fall,

To soothen my soul like a petrichor.

The uncertainties and mysteries that remained,

The baffled attempts to find the clues,

The rains, the chills, the miracles, the faith refrained,

A warrior from giving up in the blues.

The mysteries seemed familiar,

So did the faith and miracles I found,

I wondered if mine were similar,

I decided to avoid going around.

Deep inside I still wish there is a call,

To pursue my journey like before,

To make me stand when I could fall,

To soothen my soul like a petrichor.

Turbulence

Turbulence in the waves,
Disturbing the silent breeze,
I wander alone at such nights,
In search of some peace.

When the world sleeps,
I am born waking up anew,
Pursuing my eternal journey,
Faith alive out of the blue.

Worlds open their doors to me,
Answers, dreams, universes merge,
I live as somebody I know,
Through conflicts of mind I emerge.

Inseparable

Never known, would never know,
When life gets divided into two,
Before and after it happened,
Such was it when I met him.

I remain, and so does he,
A part of him that lives in me,
A part of me that he took away,
Impossible to be replaced or repaired.

Through the silence and guilt,
Of words and promises,
Of goodbyes and returns,
Fulfilled and incomplete.

I remain, and so does he,
A part of him that lives in me,
A part of me that he took away,
Impossible to be replaced or repaired.

When nights haunt me,
When days pass by in hopes,
All through my uncertainties,
When I find myself again.

I remain and so does he,
A part of him that lives in me,
A part of me that he took away,
Impossible to be replaced or repaired.

When my breaths go slow,
When I pant in my battle,
Wondering if our journey,
Still would start together.

I remain and so does he,
A part of him that lives in me,
A part of me that he took away,
Impossible to be replaced or repaired.