#593 August Rains like Shields

 August Rains like Shields

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This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025 

August rains from a gloomy sky, 
Symbolizing the state of my heart and mind,
I look quiet from the outside, but there’s
A commotion within me, 
In the backdrop of pitter-patter.

 

I’m crying while my tears are invisible, 
Neither can someone see them nor
Hear me cry as I suppress my emotions,
For they haven’t found a place
To stay safe or be accepted.

 

When the anguish of my mind lets out a roar,
I take out my diary and start writing,
Writing with all my heart and never to stop,
Untill my mind silences or my hand gives up
For not hiding my emotions.

 

August brought a handful of festivals,
To celebrate with the family and friends,
But I found no joy in them as my mind
Was engrossed in believing in the possibility
Of what could have happened.

August rains were like my silent tears,
Dropping from heaven as precious as pearls,
Not many can decipher the reasons
And mistaken it as something pleasant
When the divine intentions are unknown.

 

 

I will always remember August for the gift
That could’ve been mine; a blessing for a lifetime,
But how can I forgive it when it promised
To give me something, and the next moment,
Snatched away from me for no reason?

 

 

I was waiting and waiting eagerly,
Until my wait wasn’t rewarded,
My patience was utterly tested, but then
I can’t complain about the fairness of life
When I have no control over it.

 

 

This process of healing after loss
Is neither simple nor linear.
When I think I’m ready for a new beginning,
I get drowned in the waves of intense grief,
As if nothing had changed since that unfortunate event.

August rains were acting like shields, 
Under whom I could cry endlessly,
With no one to pester me or suggest to me
The way to heal, as I knew, that a part
Of me got so broken to be fixed in the future.

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Swati Sarangi
22.08.2025