Thursday, July 15, 2010

The First Drop of rain

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Last night the skies were crying
And from the shadow of his wooden clamp
A lonely soul penned a verse…
He said…

“As rain makes way
For air sublime
I open my heart
For breeze of spine

Let it enter
In the periphery of my soul
And merriness shall shutter
With celebrations on roll

Droplets twinkles
Like hounds of a mesh
Feelings release
Burned as an ash

Joyous script is yet to be told
And legends shall soon follow
Of how momentary pleasure made way
For a never departing feeling of low!”

In the life of one who recites…


PS - A rain centric post, On the outskirts of something within me, I scribble sitting in balcony watching the rain, as it falls and the cheer in the surroundings makes way for an unreasonable shadow of lonliness somewhere deep within me!

PPS - Now up next shall be a story! A different take from my end, I am putting forth an effort to try writing something different.... Lets see how it churns up!


ANWESA said...

Rain induces poetry,ain't it ?

A good one :)

(¯`•._.•[Raajii]•._.•´¯) said...

this is beautifully done :-).