Monday, May 4, 2009

And Rains Came


Flying bits of memories
That got stuck on my windshield
While I rushed past
On the highway to dreams

And, the taste of coffee
And the acrid smell of cheap smoke
Invigorated my senses
As, I turned away from fantasies.

And, the storm came with the prelude to rain
As, the city heaved a sigh of relief
And, the wind howled
While grey ruled the eternal canvas…

I stood.
Watched. Smiled. Cried.
Then, closed my windows…
And, rains came.

4 comments:

Kabbo said...

a wonderful work.."Flying bits of memories....That got stuck on my windshield"..so real...this poem indeed reflects a beautiful mind....thank you for this wonderful rain....

Lagnajita said...

pretty lyrical, mr. raindrop

semanti said...

nice...very very nice........a refreshing gust of strong cool wind to suffice the hearts after a shower............lovely...........

Apeksha said...

Its beyond words....your style of writing....You are THE best at this..."I stood.
Watched. Smiled. Cried." Who but a genius can create simply marvelous words like this....keep writing always....I'm craving for more...that's all that i can say...too good