Rain, O! Rain
Spatters on the soft earth
Fragments of fumes intoxicate
Pouring out its enraged drops
Stinging the naked street, petting the tired feet
The pungent hues in the sky
Scream
Yell
Cry
The clouds blush in agony
Turn crimson in shame
The floodgates hold not any longer
The pain promises to remain
Erodes away the heat
The grass cranes it neck to seek
Drop after drop, to wash its blues
Pale leaves float carelessly
In puddles of despair
A mongrel splashes in the drain
Zenith of ecstasy
Dry remain the parched lips
The rain averted
Dry is the eye
The rainbow opens it serpentine fangs
Delusions of colors galore
Wholesome light
Shattered into seven threads
Precariously hung on each other
The world always finds beauty
In pain that is not theirs
Through tin roofs squeeze
Some drops of hope
Before the hope died
Died the sinews
A solitary drop
That ventures into the dungeons
To satiate the thirst
Of the bubbling anger that boils
Silently
Swells to accommodate more than it is worth
More than it can
For all those that should
Sit back and lean
With scalded hands but masks clean
The drop rises
With burdens of unreaped actions
Of unfulfilled desires
Drunk on sarcasms
Of tears frozen
On dreary music and pelted stones
Snatching away the dearest
The only rule
There are no rules
The puddles dry, leaves are trampled
The pale grass shivers again
The mongrel’s bleary eyes
Persuade
The spineless clouds
The heartless sun
The mirthless wind
To let it rain
Fragments of fumes intoxicate
Pouring out its enraged drops
Stinging the naked street, petting the tired feet
The pungent hues in the sky
Scream
Yell
Cry
The clouds blush in agony
Turn crimson in shame
The floodgates hold not any longer
The pain promises to remain
Erodes away the heat
The grass cranes it neck to seek
Drop after drop, to wash its blues
Pale leaves float carelessly
In puddles of despair
A mongrel splashes in the drain
Zenith of ecstasy
Dry remain the parched lips
The rain averted
Dry is the eye
The rainbow opens it serpentine fangs
Delusions of colors galore
Wholesome light
Shattered into seven threads
Precariously hung on each other
The world always finds beauty
In pain that is not theirs
Through tin roofs squeeze
Some drops of hope
Before the hope died
Died the sinews
A solitary drop
That ventures into the dungeons
To satiate the thirst
Of the bubbling anger that boils
Silently
Swells to accommodate more than it is worth
More than it can
For all those that should
Sit back and lean
With scalded hands but masks clean
The drop rises
With burdens of unreaped actions
Of unfulfilled desires
Drunk on sarcasms
Of tears frozen
On dreary music and pelted stones
Snatching away the dearest
The only rule
There are no rules
The puddles dry, leaves are trampled
The pale grass shivers again
The mongrel’s bleary eyes
Persuade
The spineless clouds
The heartless sun
The mirthless wind
To let it rain
To let
The rain
Rain;
Rain
To camouflage his own drops
To camouflage his own drops
Sticking on a dirt-smeared face
Melting in the downpour
That released
Melting in the downpour
That released
The shackles
Within.
Within.
Swetank
............
posted by Swetank Gupta @ 9:43 am
6 Comments:
Boss, your email id does not work. The mail I sent bounced back. Gimme another one or something.
Swetank
Brilliant!!
swetank hum bhi tumhare dost hai.. humhe bhi sikhao naa...
Hey, love it!!
Great work, dude, the poem's brilliant.
The clouds blush in agony
Turn crimson in shame
The floodgates hold not any longer
The pain promises to remain
-- One word: GORGEOUS.
Love this poem. Awesome!
And ah, it's 'rain' again :)
By the way, why isn't your books blog listed any more on your profile page? I found that tag post in there and tagged myself. Wanted to link it back to you but seems like you've done away with that blog...
awesome stuff man....
ur turning out into quite a pro...
carry on...
urs
gupak
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