Sometime It Rains

As the rain with a drizzle, unrelenting,
soaks the ground, come to me and drench my thirst!
Leave behind a wet sheen to make my soul,
like a rain soaked street, a giant reflector,
reflecting back some light to fill the scene
and glowing too with the audacity of hope!
      

Sometime it rains through the night and the dawn
is as dark as the hours that came before
and sometime the day too gets washed away
by a torrential pelting from the clouds!
     

The raindrops, falling on me as I walk,
where did they start their earthbound falling from?
Is it those dark grey clouds, crying overhead
or a dark figment of my imagination?
     

For I see no one washed and made fair by the rain
or perhaps it did but we succumbed, yet again!

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A Soloist

“Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.”

― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover    

    

My life began
inside my mother’s womb,
in solitude,
sustained by her
through an umbilical cord
until severed clean!
   

While growing up
I was groomed by nature,
in solitude
and the stars, far away
and clouds, close to home,
that brought teardrops from the sea!
   

The social norms,
those power dynamics,
to determine
who’s weak and who is strong
cannot hold me,
despite my solitude!
   

In solitude
I reign supreme
and so shall my death be!
A soloist through life, I have
exchanged the mayhem here
for eternity!

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Whispers And Sighs

Through the wind an ocean whispered to me,
as heavy clouds of rain those whispers came
and spoke in touch to my wet and bare skin,
I smelled the distant whiff of brine in them.
   

From far south they arrived to my humble land,
an ancient spot of green, hidden amid
this dense forest of concrete, wood and sand,
with borders and laws, a true sovereign.
   

With their whispers spent, I refilled the clouds
with empty sighs and a longing to be
where the ocean is and turned them around,
asking them to come, the following year, to me.
   

But O, clouds only speak with what they have inside,
so they answered me with some long and empty sighs!

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Departure – A Senryu

Soaring past the clouds,
On his fiery wings he rose
And headed for the sun!

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A Yellow Sun

  

The yellow sun bids adieu to the winter days,
ushering in the wind of change,
as it returns from the tropic of Capricorn,
whispering, the spring too will shortly come!

    

My eyes ache from the glow as I try to stare back
at the sun, in a bid to let it know
I too had once returned to find
an emptiness where my home was supposed to be!

       

I heard the place was burned down ruthlessly
by the previous year’s sun, when it lingered
upon the tropic of Cancer, where I was born
near two scores of years ago!

           

I wish some dark grey clouds would come to soothe my eyes
from the glaring sun and dilute the pain inside!

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