Sunday, August 26, 2012

Rain



          


  every time  
  you walk in the rain    
  imagine                       
  each drop
  that touches your skin
  is a promise
  of a kiss           
  that I will claim
  when our monsoon finally 

  comes.

  - Jason
        


  On wizened 
  hands
  dry like an old tree stump,
  drops fall in twos and threes.
  she smiles a wrinkled
  slow motion smile
  at an age old memory.
  rain rain,
  come again.


  - Nikita























8 comments:

  1. however you perceive it; it defines your mood or situation you are passing through :)

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  2. Slowly
    Unnecessarily,
    they came…

    Silver droplets,
    Under precarious stars

    Eroding sorrow
    Washing out pain

    And she cried with me
    Mother nature
    She did. Right until dawn...

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  3. I thought you didn't cry. This is obvious, but nice :)

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  4. Thank you, Think-Feel-Do! Do tell us your name :)

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  5. I am tempted to expose our anonymous friend. People need to learn to take credit for good poetry :)

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  6. Awesome again... But this time I am so partial to Jason's.. Oh so true it is :) And for a deeper thought and far FAR away in time, Niku your poem would just fit the mood :D

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  7. Nik, yours made me smile, and Jason, yours made me blush. You both are such gorgeous human beings, bless you! And who's the awesome anonymous? Because I love what they've written too!

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  8. One of my favorite I think... Also because I resonate with the word...

    Jason- still the romantic, are we?

    Nik- I've seen it before, but never commented. I love the way you can express yourself as a different person. I'm sure I see me years from now, reflected in the sentiment you penned down... lou :D

    anonymous- you're good :)

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