Silent sky
Impregnated clouds
Rains awaited and
So thoughts bursting aloud…
Empty courtyard beckons
Tis monsoon
Showers can’t rinse
dried lines of old tears
cluster of flowers bathe in
upheaval tides of ocean
the sail will have its own course
changes when the season.
©Soumya
soumyav 
The observation can only be made by a deep, intense and gentle soul conveying the emotions in the words.
Tht’s a very big thing to say Vishal. Thanks for the kind words
Blogging is the new poetry. I find it wonderful and amazing in many ways.
Thanks