Sunday, June 15, 2008

When Rain Falls


When rain falls…
On the evening sky
Shattering the sombre silence
With the sparkling swords
Unleashed from grey sheaths
The world looks up to see
The pattern of eternity
Etched on infinity
Waiting to be deciphered…
Waiting to be understood…

When rain falls…
On the dawn-lit end of night
Heralding the morning freshness
With a platter of myriad colours
Trespassing on sun’s kingdom
While it looks on with indulgence
The present of love
On the grey-dom of humanity
Waiting to be embraced…
Waiting to drown…

When rain falls…
I wonder…
Would it rain…
Just for me…
To hold on to…and live

6 comments:

Apeksha said...

It is simply beautiful....I specially love the last lines...They speak so subtly...But in volumes...Its graceful...and describes the virginity of nature...I love the freshness in the tones...And I love the rains too so that makes these verses all the more splendorous for me...Great work...keep writing

Rajyashree Sen said...

Amazing. I really dont have anything more to say.

sayak said...

yet again... resignation.... dejection.... even elemental rain could be so unfathomable....
the individual in concern has lost a lot... its a prayer of desperation... but life will still shower crystals... life will hold on to you... refusing to let you go...

Ritama Gupta said...

It's great the way you've infused such depth...with such simple words. The rains always bring out the poet in us, but alas...only a few manage to pen words so expressive...

Wriddh said...

Many poets and essayists have written about rain but you have the terrible gift of nearness,you can come really close.

LoisCordelia said...

I agree with previous - excellent work (as we have come to expect!). I love the dramatic and unexpected martial imagery in this poem.