Poem Title- when it fell.

Written by Mathirakshana K

Illustrated by Parina Ramchandani

Edited by Advik Mohan

inside. my spirit heaves, a periodical lull of heated unrest.

outside. earth’s sky is gaiety; its puffy skeletons break into wet slivers.

inside. my spirit rouses, playing off a beat of self-wrath.

outside. earth’s loud groans are heard; it exerts bolts of bright disdain.

inside. my spirit feels, a feeling that funnels.

from the outside to my inside.

now I hear more tussles in me, some chill warmth drifts in me, advancing in with force.

evasively it flits, launching a downpour, right where the hurt breeds.

then tainted screams echo, pain seen through a kaleidoscope’s eye, multiplying at each turn.

it’s the spell of rain.

rain can entice. rain can devour. rain can ruin.

and now?

my spirit breathes, a perfume of idle petrichor, the aftertaste of victory.

my spirit replenishes, salving the skeletal fragments, calming the heaves.

my spirit rests, deeply lounging in the mild drizzle, caressing my wrecks and strain.

but somewhere, I still hear unsettling pattering,

waiting and persisting,

dismantling.