that has departed from clouds but never reached ground to settle its torment.
/* rain isn’t to blame for; perhaps clouds pushed her away in an abusive manner
and she forgot her obedience.
perhaps, amidst between sky and land, she’s enchanted by the dark or
light memories of trapped consciousnesses.
rain isn’t to blame for.
pointing finger for too long does no good, creates hole( an invisible black hole) in the air,
don’t you wonder where’s the collective happiness? */
for how long could waves carry moon beams on their crowns?
their love for themselves is supernova-amusement,
yet their breaths are cradled by the unseen force.
Jasleen Saini is an author of the book “In the Throat of Poppy” (a short collection of epigrams and poems), based in Chandigarh, India. She holds degree in BTECH and MBA. Writing is a breath of her soul. In her childhood, she used to write on the walls of her maternal grandparents’ house. The first poem she ever wrote in May 2019 was “Angel in the Age of Vice” inspired by a divine being on earth. She loves trying different forms of poetry. Her instagram account is @_j.s1111_ , where she posts poems everyday. For her, nature, traveling and animals are the doors to perpetual satiation. She’s fond of mysticism.