Saturday, April 07, 2007

___________

It rains
I wake up
Drops lash against
the window pane
Beautiful beautiful rain

I smile
The sky lights up
Thunders catch up
quickly from behind
Like heart being followed by the mind

It's dark
and alone
The wind is moist
So are my eyes
Life, perhaps, is still nice.

Shadows lurk
Distorted by the winds
Nothing is definite
Nothing is secure
Neither are left with me desires any more.

Just me
Just the rain
The darkness fighting
the noisy thunders in the night
And a blank, a smile, a blank, a smile.

15 comments:

vibhav said...

Like heart being followed by the mind

The darkness fighting
the noisy thunders in the night

Liked these lines. The poem sounds like a pause on a hilltop.

Anonymous said...

nice title :D

Anushree said...

It's dark
and alone
The wind is moist
So are my eyes
Life, perhaps, is still nice.

fantastic lines!!! just loved them!!!!
Bangalore and the rain and wind accompanying it have given me this emotion a lot many times!!!!

Anonymous said...

...The wind is moist
So are my eyes...

Usually the rain carries that moisture away, in all senses.

Phoenix said...

[v]
Exactly my feeling while writing...a brief halt in the middle of exhilaration.

[doc]
:)

[eagle]
Thanks, feels good when smbdy identifies by an abstract u barely manage to put in vague words.

[akshay]
Not always. Rain can bring pain too,esp as memories.

Anonymous said...

Dunno if I'm sounding shallow but Delhi mein rain aur uspar se sad?? Chalo bombay mein baadh aaye to rona banta hai but in Delhi, anything <> the ruthless summer or winter is welcome :) !

desperado said...

some historic day it is....lady with words leaves "blank" as a title :P

Bullshee said...

Nostalgia creeps in about rainy days, but alas!no rain where i am! :(

Vik said...

surreal, simple, soothing and slightly sad..

(I know these words conflict with one another, but I'd associate each one of them with this poem.)

arpana said...

Life, perhaps is nice.
The key word there, Perhaps.
Nice poem, its raining outside when I write this.
thunder fights darkness as I write this.
A blank a smile, a blank, a smile ,and then just blankness.

Tejas Kulkarni said...

How on earth can one just think of a poem and write it down?! I AM BAD!!
Nice one btw... :)

Anonymous said...

mmm, lucky to be in the rain! Its steaming hot here in Delhi!!!

Rain rain come again...

I'm in awe of people who can write poems; Wordsworth is the personal favourite..not to mention Robert Frost. Would love to quote from Frost:

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

same here... :

Tapasya said...

Superb poetry.

Samiran Ghosh said...

WOW! Amazing stuff...

Aditya Deorha said...

ur poem is utterly simple, yet carrying the meaning which has a lot of gravity attached to it. what i like about such poems is that they are accessible to ppl on qa much larger scale and still carry the needed msg :)