Cloudburst
Some days
rain clouds of mercy
nowhere to be seen
dry my inner sanctum
like rivers struck by drought
as life slips
into broken thirsty cracks
and my arid mind
searches for
yet another refreshing stream
of that revitalising nectar.
O heart! I pray,
Stand strong
amidst these torrid winds
for they test your faith;
The rain shall come
as you look toward
the hopeful sky
with eyes of despair
and call just once
O Shyam!
with the voice of love
to bring forth
compassionate clouds
of Your soothing name
for they float through
from a realm
far beyond you see
to quench your heart
with a relentless
Cloudburst of love.