Poetry Blogs (Rain)

each day the weather changes

clouds or sun or rain in the sky

a kalaidoscope of movements

so easy, why on earth cant I?

there's just the same old cloud

I seem to hold it by some string

it follows me like a stray puppy

in me, cumulo-nimbus is king

I'm caught in a flooded canyon

that black cloud fits like a lid

in my mind is stormy turmoil

dead list of thin...

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Ek Anjaana sa rishta hai tera mera..
Kuch khaas, anokha ,ankaha..
Aane se tere bhar jaati hai rooh sukoon se..
Jab ati hai maati ki khushbu, maano jud jati hu me fir khud se..

Kya kehti hai ye boonde teri,
Kya laati hai sandesh baadalo se..
Samjh le jo inhe fir kabhi na kare bagawat inse.

Bas yuhin tum dheeme dheeme aati rehna.
Apna ye sangeet in kaano ko sunati rehna.
In boondo ke adbhut...

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Rain in itself is an emotion.

For some emotion of love and romance,

for others emotion of sadness by chance,

but for me, it's an emotion of calmness, I stance.

In those time of rain, 

electricity goes away,

cold winds began to slay.

Forcing me to say;

I love this day.

In those times of rain,

days seem to be dull

but the breeze acts as a pull.

Plants be...

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Rain sustains us all

But we don't stop to notice;

We just let it fall.

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the

roaring rain

          outside--

     the distant duckpond

     gloom

the

angry clouds

          sit low

     inexorable--

     blue.

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hinterlands intact,

forests not a hell,

grass not wheat,

soft cold rain fell

heavens doing what

open clear skies do,

pilgrims of sunlight,

days honestly new

no forever anymore,

now the foe is time,

some end's in sight,

verses don't rhyme

tarnished the sward,

ox-skulls bleaching,

toll paid for a blind,

low, over-reaching

truths die...

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I love the sound of falling rain

Upon my bedroom windowpane

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little four room house

little four room house

had an old tin roof

when it stormed

rain made wonderful sounds

for the boy

lying in bed listening

daddy said it sounded like

a cow peeing

daddy resented

the rain on

the tin roof because roof leaked

daddy and boy would have

to climb ladder to attic to

empty the coffee cans spaced

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sun shines down on love

rain spatters lonely grief

only my blue umbrella's

a consolation and relief

she's left me for another

I'm stuck in a Scotch mist

imagining her in his arms

the passion of their tryst

but for my blue umbrella

I'd sink down and drown

or reach for my hat and

decamp to another town

the storm rages overhead

my umbrella keeps m...

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