Love the rains we've been experiencing here in delhi...there's something incredibly romantic about rains and the fragrance of wet earth...the cool breeze...and the feeling of rain drops on my face...
Winter or spring?Neither
It’s the rains that
Make my heart sing
You wove dreams for me
Of rains
and love
passionate...wild
You lit a fire within me
Rains and you
Will always be synonymous
But our love so true
Will remain anonymous
Forever true
Forever you
Winter or spring?
Neither
It’s the rains that
Make my heart sing
Loved the poem, but am in a silly mood, so let me spoil it in the end:
ReplyDeleteWinter or spring?
Neither...
It’s the rains that…
Make my heart sing...
And I feel the ding-a-ling-a-ling
in winters one can cuddle up yet everyone (including me) finds rains as more romantic...
ReplyDeleterupen: kya bolu...! "ding-a-ling-a-ling"!!??!!
ReplyDelete*speechless*
Sudeep: hmmmm! "cuddle up"...!
ReplyDeleteu guys get so much more rain there...we just got lucky this past week varna delhi n rain:-(!
I liked your blog which I saw while clicking a link from the site of Ram Gopal Varma and so keep it up. I am pasting a poem I wrote a long time ago and found on the net posted as a site - and that is what life is all about. Perhaps you will like my blog www.demoninlove.blogspot.com/ ..
ReplyDeleteBeweeping the state of things to come - A Sonnet by Deepak Menon
Beweeping the state of things to come when day ends
In stupor when I do lie in fulsome emptiness profound
With mind and restless soul draped in sorrows liniments
Watching the movements complete the inevitable round
And comes into the emptiness a hint of a whisper of voice
Deftly, gently, intruding like a needle into sanguine flesh
Demanding, insistent, opening new avenues of choice
A singing of angel's whispers appearing this stone to bless
And hope awakens to lift sorrow's cloak a little while
And flickers in the darkness some mysterious light
And invisibly a wispy manifestation of innocent guile
Opens little windows of sunshine tantalisingly bright
Then does soar into the firmament on gossamer wings
My awakened soul seeking anew the mystery of things
today spoke about dew in my page in a differnt view. having an idea of moon light rain.
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