every time
you walk in the rain imagine that touches your skin is a promise
of a kiss
that I will claim when our monsoon finally comes. |
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 |
however you perceive it; it defines your mood or situation you are passing through :)
ReplyDeleteSlowly
ReplyDeleteUnnecessarily,
they came…
Silver droplets,
Under precarious stars
Eroding sorrow
Washing out pain
And she cried with me
Mother nature
She did. Right until dawn...
I thought you didn't cry. This is obvious, but nice :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Think-Feel-Do! Do tell us your name :)
ReplyDeleteI am tempted to expose our anonymous friend. People need to learn to take credit for good poetry :)
ReplyDeleteAwesome 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
ReplyDeleteNik, 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!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite I think... Also because I resonate with the word...
ReplyDeleteJason- 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 :)