It's monsoon here in India, and there's a whole variety of rain- drizzling, pattering, ramming, sprinkling, pouring, playing the fool, ...
Here's some impromptu verse influenced by that glorious falling of water from the heavens:
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Curtains of rain
glide over
wandering thoughts
hemming them in
then cauterizing
~
The drip of rain
falling steadily
on my nerves
~
Blue sky peeping upon
A rainwashed verdant world
And the same old me.
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When raindrops become spears
and slam into the ground
Is it old enmity
or several lifetimes of loving
Does even the rain know?
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Frenzied torrents
bombard rock
and petal
glide over
wandering thoughts
hemming them in
then cauterizing
~
The drip of rain
falling steadily
on my nerves
~
Blue sky peeping upon
A rainwashed verdant world
And the same old me.
~
When raindrops become spears
and slam into the ground
Is it old enmity
or several lifetimes of loving
Does even the rain know?
~
Frenzied torrents
bombard rock
and petal
~
Rain soaked Babhul sheds a million glittering diamonds
Naughty breeze
~
* Babhul is a tree with tiny tertiary leaves
I love the rains! Some great images! But I can see a whole poem structure actually- starting with softer thoughts and than harsher thoughts to a more calm, like the rain! Am I only seeing it? Was this intentional?
ReplyDeleteThanks Ashwini! These verses were penned over a few days and then compiled into one set or whatever you wish to call it. So the sequencing is deliberate :)
Deletecheers,
Love the imagery!!
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by, and glad you liked it :)
Deletewow...these lines touched my heart
ReplyDeleteWhen raindrops become spears
and slam into the ground
Is it old enmity
or several lifetimes of loving
Does even the rain know?