Date: 27.01.2008
Time: 7:25 p.m.
Raindrops clinging onto dear life from
The arms of stone washed by the sky
Moved the lips and eyes to smile
Of a dismal face, resigned and dry.
Sounds and smells of a cold day’s glory
Lead to thoughts conjured out of rain,
Laughing eyes learnt of hearing
While her soul frolicked on another plane.
The chill set her free from monotony’s hold
As the winds spoke of new hope disguised,
Those sweet drops descending swiftly marked
A mind with glee so preciously prized.
Swaying leaves greener than ever
Sang of survival, drowning out the roar
A twinkle was noticed among dull greys
That were flooded with colours never seen before.
Winter rain took its one victim —
A young heart offered to the shower’s spell,
Her soul will roam with winds that beckon
Away from where the slavish dwell.
End: 7:45 p.m.
6 comments:
Loker thanda lagleo je paglami thik hoina toke dekhe bhaloi bujhte parchi re...
from luciferz comments i gather u r a bengali...nice...even i am one..
and yea thats one hell of a dark potry...likd the fact that u dint rhyme it for rhyme's sake...was different..
did it rain? damn in this weather? brrrrr....i wish there was some sun somewhere...
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damn...i cant believe i missed such great weather!!!
but dudess,great poetry!!
as usual,the ending takes the cake!
I can't stand the rain.....
Luci: What? No Bangal to annoy me with? :P
AND I LIKE COLD WEATHER. Hmph.
The Tentacles of Thought: I'm a lunactic. Who happens to speak three languages, apart from the 'code' called 'gibberish' that is universal to all those of my kind. That's all I'm saying.
As for the poem, I'd probably call it a happy one. :P
Nothingman: NO! It was amazing! It rained yesterday as well!!!11111 EEEEEEEEE.
BDC: Oh yeah. It's lovely now!
And thank you.
Sean: I love the rain! :)
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