Wednesday, 24 June 2015

Rain, rain just rain...

Photo courtesy Vijitha VinayKrishnan


Yesterday, night tossed with me in strayed lines
Of grey, black and flashing silver screams
Without reason or any purplish wound of worries
And rain tossed with wind high and low, rushing
Like many thoughts that keep on building
Like termite mounds crippling everything, nibbling
On identities, dreams and the veil of doubt spreading
                      greyish

This morning we made a trip up the hill
In the beating rain to see the waterfall
That took birth with monsoon dreams, which till
Then was musing in cloudy fantasies up the hill

And then, the time crept into those rich green leaves
And those washed out spiky grass and tree trunks with moss
And got lost, there little streams were flowing endless
As rain danced upon them mellowing into the wild beats

And then, last night’s grey rain vanished
And so was the ME in me cleansed
And got lost with the time that eloped
To all that was wild and true and vivid
And delusions of past and future washed

And now the rain flowing like blood in the veins sings euphoric melodies


17 comments:

  1. The euphoric melodies of life - intricate verse, well done, a classical poem with sharp edges.

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  3. The rain is like a batism, cleansing all that happened before. And it is not gentle in doing so. But sometimes we dont need gentle to get rid of some of the things in our life that we hold onto for far too long. Nice closing line.

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  4. I think the need of the peoples for the rains - and the sigh of relief contribute to make it special - we are a part of the seasons as they are of us.

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  5. To all that was wild and true and vivid
    And delusions of past and future washed

    This is such a delightful read.. the monsoon certainly does refresh the soul... take on new beginnings..and leave the past behind..! Beautifully penned :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  6. You made me feel rain close by, and that itself was beautiful. I love the way you use sounds and create such an atmosphere, I love the journey you create

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  7. rain as a cleansing of the inner self - nice. Beautiful write.

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  8. I love the feeling of rain as a cleansing process.. like washing your feet before prayer.. Maybe we just need those days of washing to get clean, renewed..

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  9. I like how the rain creates the waterfall and that a special trip was taken to visit. The last line is incredible. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura

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  10. Oh.. to get lost in the Monsoon rains of being..
    a long season to wade in streams of now..
    never an escape.. never an entrance..
    rain goes on in love of Life..:)

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  11. I specially like the cadence and imagery of the second stanza:

    In the beating rain to see the waterfall
    That took birth with monsoon dreams, which till
    Then was musing in cloudy fantasies up the hill

    That ending line sings of good beginnings, like a cleansing of the rain ~

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  12. Like several others I am partial to the second paragraph, especially the waterfall 'musing in cloudy fantasies'..lovely.

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  13. " Yesterday, night tossed with me in strayed lines" is absolutely great. You explode the readers with so many imagery,after that, but the first one stays. With a line as mighty as that, its difficult to keep the tempo of the poem. It's great. Keep writing.

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  14. So many wonderful metaphors here --- and the "strayed lines" -- very nicely done :)

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  15. so much magic in the rain - and so much cleansing power as well...

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  16. Nothing beats the experience to have the rain within nature's confines (and with friends). A delight to read your poem, Sreeja. Thanks!

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  17. I feel the euphoria rising in the duration of the rain as it pours through your poem! Beautiful.

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