Tuesday, August 30, 2011


RAINS….
The billowing winds
The creaking woods
The chirpy birds
Ah! These monsoon sounds.
The incessant rains
The luscious greens
The drenched streets
Washed so clean.
The misty sky
The soothing calm
This tranquility
A healing balm.
Spurt of life
Everywhere,
His creation
For us to appreciate.
The smell of wet soil
The windy wet sprays
Brings back memories
Of another day.
A season of love
A reason to romance
Feelings so dormant
Comes alive with remembrance.
A smiling face
Those mischievous eyes
A heart of love
The touch of desire.
Rains are red
Makes me blush
Rains are blue
Reminds me of you.


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4 comments:

  1. Anshul GautamAugust 30, 2011 at 6:54 PM

    Very Nice. :)

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  2. RachitAugust 31, 2011 at 12:19 AM

    picturesque description of rain.. :) a suggestion: try to change the background of your blog, its quite hard to read your posts.

    Weakest LINK

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  3. deepsAugust 31, 2011 at 7:49 AM

    The 1st rain, then the second or a third and every sporadic rain can be appreciated…but once the monsoon breaks loose and becomes incessant, I wonder if it s all elegant as you describe…but in anyway that doesn’t take away any credentials from your writing!

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  4. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallSeptember 1, 2011 at 6:24 AM

    this is lovely.

    check out short story slam week 9 today, bless your talent.

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