The warmth of the sun

Had spread all around, 

Not even a single cloud

could anywhere be found.


Through my window far away,

Withered sight and parched air, 

In that dryness and insipidness, 

I heard a voice clear and fair —


That once played to kings,

A trumpet of arrival,

Echoing through the sky, 

Like the sound of survival.


I peeked out through my window —

Dark shadows appeared all the way,

The wind suddenly begin to blow, 

Tediousness and dullness slipped away.


I saw, then from afar, 

A muster of peacocks;

They were the ones

Who broke the sun locks.


Suddenly one of them

Spread its wings around,

Then petrichor emanated, 

And I heard the tapping sound.


Soon, all followed in the same way, 

And clouds let rainfall spray, 

I just ran and ran

Through that flawless heavenly spray.


Colours fused from wings, 

And melted with ease,

Then breaching the horizon

A rainbow was released. 


The blessings, colours, and the flavour

Dissolved in each direction. 

I was mesmerized and overwhelmed

Stood in sheer satisfaction.


Peacocks come and dance

In search of their love,

And God, in grace, bestows, 

The rainfall from above.

Tales of Silence