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It began to rain at last,
after a long summer fast.
Wetting dirt, filling hearts
with each cooling drop.
The sun peeked through,
the dark painted smoke.
Painting a piece with -
its seven colour stock.
The valley brought to life,
as the river start to grow.
The wilted greens bellow,
danced in the rain’s mellow.
The elixir of life touched earth,
ending the latent summer and -
life rose out to the crust, to
a new beginning and to life.(more)
The part of my country is reeling under extreme difficulties… part of my country for last seven days the people are dying due to incessant rain and the resultant landslide and flash flood… The land where the holy shrine of Kedarnath and Hemkunt Sahib are located has turned into a killing field…The part of my country is yelling for aid…The part of my country is torn beyond human sufferings…The corpses are littered everywhere…Town, villages and small hamlets are obliterated from the ground… The devastation and destruction is of unimaginable scale; which, in their living memories people of that... (more)
The rain and the momentous timeRain drops falling onto the roof topThe evening with rain, drafts a rhymeWind makes a parley of loving abodeUnder the heavenly charm they residesWith fine tune of love in their heartMoments of life, that solemnly binds The eternal love and that will lastVerandah in its space builds up moreFrom the cloud the lightening callsHe looks at her with loving adoreShe feels the comfort as night further falls In the enchanting aura they took the handsFor them, the life is a gift and a dreamTheir passion just not know any amendsThey immerses in each other with soul so cleanIn... (more)
...bridge, which she always thought would connect her to the world of cherished dream. And she does. She breaks the convention and unbound embarks on a journey to feel the freedom.
In her new find mode, she discovers reason to rejoice. She raises her hands to embrace the cloud and prays for rain. She is at peace. In here serene existence, she understood the absurdity of gone time. And now, all she doing is composing a song to celebrate her unfettered existence. She is reborn... Thunderous cloud applauds her rebirth and rain too comes to bless her...She dance and says, “THIS IS MY... (more)
Standing firmly on
the jagged edge of
stained boulder ...Contemplating the
eye of the storm
churn the mouth of oceanic neptunium
in front of me...I am like that
rising to touch the stars
I will not wait
I will love the rain...
" A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning."(more)
...not by them, but by the hand of my God, who is my source and fountain. It is my purpose to be filled and emptied in the service of others, to humble myself and provide for their needs, no matter how shallow or misdirected their desires are. Hunger is hunger, thirst is thirst. God causes the rain to fall on the just and unjust. Perhaps in satisfying their errant desires they will soon grow tired and turn to my source. This inspires my compassion. If not for twists of fate and circumstance, I would be the tic. Respecting this fact inspires me to continue to give and provide, not with... (more)
He is drawing smile from his dreams and he feels her. Mood is eventually turning into ecstasy. What is that which is seducing him? Lustfully, he yields to the seduction. He is crawls out and sultry day connive to untie.
It’s raining and she walks in with inviting charm of sensuality, to hold her... to dance with her. Rain with blazing beauty, blesses the moments with erotic charm. The rain drops kisses her bare shoulders…the beads of water jewels hangs on for a while and then leave the edges to roll down to her cheeks and the lips. As the water accumulates more space, it prolifically... (more)
...because the eyebrows too play to gallery not knowing that many piercing intuitions read those eyebrows because they see the pleasure and ecstasy dancing on to their sensual lips; their sighs say that they too wish to melt but still they are holding, refusing to submit. And here comes the rain. Nature with its magical touch carves the beauty when bodies acquire shapes…curves’ trying to burst out of seam and the erotic world is sculpturing out of innocence. Desire acquiring the space by aqua crafting delicately the silhouettes of the bodies whereby no curves are left untouched and... (more)
...wounds make themselves known. Various lacerations begin to burn, and her breathing begins to slow. Feeling dizzy and cold, she breaths in and hopes for the best. She knows it is too late for her. She knows even if someone were to find her at this moment it would not matter.
It begins to rain. A gentle autumn shower falls on her upturned face, drenches her clothes, washes away her blood into the cold uncaring grass. She closes her eyes to sleep as she realizes that the burning warmth within that she had had is gone and she has time to think how odd it is that her body and heart are... (more)
Rain falls around me like broken glass. I sit on the field, now covered in muddy grass. I hold my knees against my chest, as the rain falls on me making me feel cold, and wet. I’m sitting in mud, and the wetness is seeping through my light blue dress. A tear waits by the corner of my eye to drip down my face, My boots are filled with rain, and my hair is soaking and frizzy. But the tear stays frozen in its place. My body shivers, my dreams disappear, as lightning appears, and thunder pounds in my ears. How I ended up here… I’m not quite sure. I look down at my sundress, remembering the happy... (more)
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