A drop, then another and another
It started with a single heavy drop , then another and another
They rolled down my cheeks, as if tickling me with a feather,
Not a single soul around to wipe those drops away,
They rekindle a nostalgia that I wanna keep at bay.
Sitting by the window sill, I savoured memories of the past
Which sported a smile here, a tear there - oh! it was so vast
While the drops ravished my face and made their way down,
I heard voices behind me; in them I felt my nostalgia drown
Oh no! I was no more in a space of my own.
It's time to get back to the cliched rigmarole,
To the mundane world returns my confused soul.
As for the drops rolling down my cheek, they rolled no more
For they were just raindrops; not tears as you thought, o sore!
Yeah it rained in Mumbai ... it was blissful getting drenched.
posted by chutki @ 7:45 PM
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8 Comments:
I came here with a mission
understanding the people, to get a better vision
prejudiced I stood, the initial few days
trying to prove, I had seen better days
when the day of return has come near
I stand more confused than clear
I wanted to write a poem,
I'd prepared what to say.
But the Czech were being thrashed by Ghana
and I had to go away.
I'm back with renewed vigour now
with zeal and ominous ken.
What I'll say to you now will,
at best, rank two on ten.
You speak of rain and memories,
of days gone by long ere.
Your words, they stoke those dormant flames
of feelings, dead under.
O smile here, O tear there,
O ravishing raindrops fair!
O fleeting moments of happiness
'midst seeming disrepair!
Sorry, but you used 'rigmarole' and called me a sore. I had to get back somehow!
By the way, 'ravishing raindrops'? Sounds somewhat oxymoronic.
So the rain made you nostalgic? It's making a lot of people mushy and woozy, in their own words, here.
Don't take such a long break between posts. Eager readers await! You know which writer you're most compared to, don't you? Witty individuals have already told you about that.
Sorry to be back again. I just read this poem by your friend Raghu. Brilliant!! Especially the last two stanzas. Those are some of the best lines I've ever read.
OK fine, I haven't read too many lines in my life. But these are very good. Tell that guy to keep writing. We need such lines, especially in these troubled times of "My dil goes mmmmmmmmmm..." and "My teeth go clack-clack-clack-clack..." or whatever.
Psychologists have always spoken of the sobering effect water has on humans. Is that the reason rain gives us such a lovely feeling; we all just look out of the window at those falling drops; and the little streams that run down carrying with it everything on the way.
[Anoop]: When're you going back, o confused soul?
[Arjun Sharma]: Too cute!
[Pradeep]: Yup I agree...not just look down, maybe make lovely lil paperboats n see em float into a distant nothingness.There are some things that one wishes the stream doesn't wash away n some others that one wishes it does wash away. If only wishes were horses...
too cool :)..tagged ur blog btw ;)
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