The Valley of mind

A valley, smothered in ice,
Bemoans its state with a frozen sigh.
Shimmering once in Sun’s splendor
Now it is a place for the warm to die.

Grey, pallored sky gazes below
As frozen, whitened earth looms.
Pilloried aplenty by plethora of pretences
Gaiety makes way for gloom.

Thin as a trickle, comes a ray
Of the Golden ball of Fire.
Filtering through the fog of forbiddance
And filling it with desire.

Love emanates from the valley now,
With greenery and life that it brings.
Beckoning brightness and bidding bygones,
The valley now embraces a new spring.

-Shivam

Thirsty land

A stretch of land, barren and parched,
Beholding a spectre of dark
Seeks soothage from the sweet scent
Which promises of rain does hark.

Years of use has made it bereft
Of all juice, life and will.
Whispering wishes of a wet whet
The barren land awaits its first till.

A breeze blows, gentle and cool
Carrying with it promises of rain
Recourse of relief ran through the land
On prospect of freedom from the dry pain.

Ah! An answer to the prayers,
The droughty mind of mine is drenched.
The drops of Divine blessings descend,
The cloud of Almighty showered, the earth of my soul is quenched.

-Shivam