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The Rain Song

Tuesday, September 08, 2009 14 Comments

Hmmm its long since I have posted here and quite sometime since it is pouring non stop in Kolkata...So, a great time for feisty chai, bhajia, pasta soups and poetries? Until I come to terms with various scribblings in my mind, here's a poem that I have written some years ago, while in school I guess....


In July when it rains
leaning aside my window pane
Tin pan alley of pearl drop
some sizzling over my head
some dropped down my cheeks
And some felt on lips


Field beyond the paddy crop
drenched in water, immersed and soak
Rain flouirshes up to knees
its so splendid, to be ceased
Drizzling gets as long
Merrily i could sing
my rain song


Pearls still pouring up my head
lonely sight but not sad
Cloud bursts and ether cries
Vibgyor splendours over the endless skies
Pools of water on garden n' road
Wading ducklings, happy toads
Spread of greenary all over
Fumes of soil lingers the soul
Earth finds heart; Zephyr wraps in
a fragrance of whole
and a mud pottery brown cover


Tunes of monsoon; rhythem of leaves
tintinabulation of the roof top
tidal din of seven seas
fluttering butterflies & bees
And Merry humes of dover
Season of drench last for four
speel bound the dusky hour
Joy of lives; fun of rain
ungratified thirst & departing pain
Season of clouds come again
For Augustic winter likes to unfold
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PS: excuse if you find the writing a bt outdated. It surely is :)

The autor is half Human, half machine. Go Figure or just revel in what I write

14 comments:

  1. It's beautiful. I almost expected a raindrop to fall on me from somewhere, while reading it.

    Has a very soft and alluring kinda feel to it.

    Cheers

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  2. Very nice...only that its Aug
    Nice poem!!
    ...n tell u its really irritating this rain!!! Wonder when will it stop!!

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  3. Beautiful!

    "Season of drench last for four
    speel bound the dusky hour
    Joy of lives; fun of rain
    ungratified thirst & departing pain"

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  4. Beautiful poem!!!

    And bhajia, pasta soups, coffee are the ultimate offering during rains!!!

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  5. In July when it rains
    leaning aside my window pane
    Tin pan alley of pearl drop
    some sizzling over my head
    some dropped down my cheeks
    And some felt on lips....

    u trying to seduce kya...lols..

    anyways
    a very good poem...
    ekdum to the mausam outside...
    tea and bhajia jindabad...
    u know its only we indians who enjoy rains like this...lol...

    anyways
    a post finally after such a long gap...chalo better late than never...good one...

    keep them coming
    tke cre
    b well..
    Yogesh
    ygoel.com

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  6. Awwwwwwwwwwn. This was awesome

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  7. Superb poem.It just happens,as I am reading your post,it is raining in Delhi.

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  8. @ Bondgalz!

    Thanks a ton buddy! I am glad that you liked it:)

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  9. @ Nazish

    Hey its september and not even August :)

    The rain was almost stopped this evening...dunno if it revisits in night or morning tomo..

    @ Solilo
    Thanks and welcome to my blog. keep visiting:)

    @ Smita
    Yeah I actually had pasta soup last night and must say it was yummmm!

    @ Yogesh
    Do I, ahem really need to seduce? Ahem no!

    @ Zeba
    Thanks dear:)

    @ BKCji
    Thank you. I am glad that you liked it!

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  10. Nice poem. Reminds of B. J. Thomas' song "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head".

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  11. send some rain to bombay! need it here :-)

    Poem was very nice!

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  13. @ SG

    Thanks a ton that was a wonderful compliment:)

    @eye-in-sty
    Sure sure...rain rain go to bombay- little eye in sty wants to play..

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  14. Amazing...Vivid and colorful... I felt as if I am standing in a garden near the tin roof where water is falling pitter-patter:)

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