Showing posts with label Rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rain. Show all posts

Saturday, June 1, 2013

it's raining

ah, I hear it coming
with thunder and lightning
oh! monsoon has arrived
magically how season changed

breaking from the summer heat
umbrellas are out, getting wet
rain coats hanging on the walls
from the roof, water just falls

I am sitting quiet, in the dark
seeing the clouds turning black
there is silence everywhere
and moon is found nowhere

fallen trees on the flooded streets
blown away by crazy winds
rain drops on the window glass
first glimpse of evening moths

its interesting how seasons switch
transforming the landscape, rich
tomorrow will be a new day
and yet another rainy day

Srik



Friday, June 22, 2012

monsoon call

Clouds are dramatic
the blue sky is behind
I soak in the twilight
of the black and white
tis bright at times
and thunders all around
shadowed roads and
the breeze is wet
moon is peeking through
and the stars are hiding
monsoon is very near
but not a single drop yet
longing to feel it
I walk away from home
in search of the pour
to touch it, feel it
and come back to life

Srik

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

feel

monsoons are back,
so are strong winds,
green trees are wet,
and birds in their nest

sun is unknown,
eyes are pleasant,
rain drops on my face,
and moon is smiling

city sounds quiet,
but rain is heard,
road looks lonely,
only am walking, slow

the night is dark,
only clouds are lit,
back in the street,
lights on, and off

am back at home,
my feet is damp,
silence all around,
and cat is still awake

doors are closed,
a window is open,
my mind is outside,
tis’ a great feeling!

Srik

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Trance

and then, yet again
I saw myself in the wind
above the clouds
where things are still
serene and unheard.
in my misty eyes
I walked into it and
rain came with me
showing me desires
of a million faces
seeing up, waiting,
just to get washed away
in their dreams of fire
and their nothingness
between created thoughts
just like me, waiting,
in a corner of infinity
to touch the drizzle.
And I turned to the rain
saw it black and white
unhearing me, and others,
on its own, being innate
and playing its way…
I shouted again
and asked…

and, I woke up to life
from my dreams…

Srik