Shower: My Best Friend! ! ! ! Poem by Raj Kashyap

Shower! ! ! !
The best place of thoughts,
And decision making.

When that first drop of trickle,
Nudges your soul and
Kisses your neck.

The sound of water pitching
The deck, desperate to
Whisper a tale.

Glancing my naked soul,
In the reflector, with those
Ruined edges and extra belly fat,
Apprising me of rotten meat.

I saw spiders dancing there,
The shampoo bottle staring at me,
Toothbrush seems to haunting germs,
& the sink having its own world.

I then arouse the value,
In order to cleanse the dirt,
And to spin my rotten meat,
Verily into a better one.

Soap is ready to nudge my soul,
Charming my indefinite curves,
The clouds of sorrow adjoining me,
It's time for rebuilding me.

Reminiscing of the bitter gone,
Tears stirring with drops of trickle,
I stood my head up towards the sky,
In the desire of a cured high.

Failures, doesn't make one puny,
But it's a price of learning a thing new.
The lather draining through the,
Cavity of basin now has its tale too.

Either, you run the entire day,
Or the day itself will runs you.
Now, the towel has its part to play,
To soak up dirt from a better me.

I will return yet again,
To share an interesting tale,
We will cry or laugh sensibly,
"Farewell, My best friend"…..

- By Raj Kashyap…