nishu-mathur - Hello Poetry

Let sleet grey skies darken, And the wind vanes spin insane, Let it drizzle, let it pour, let it pound, I’ll be dancing in the rain. Let thunder sound its drums, Raw, loud untamed, Let raindrops pelt their music, Upon the window pane. Let lightening flash in silver, Across night’s ebon mane, Those twisted streaks of light, I’ll be dancing in the rain. Let clouds fill and burst, Let heavens touch the plains, Let water meet the rivers, Making merry on musty lanes. Let the wind sing its song, Leaves hum a refrain, Trees, like me, we’ll be dancing, We’ll be dancing in the rain Written 15 years ago (Hard to keep up with the dancing now)

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC

Dancing In The Rain

Let sleet grey skies darken, And the wind vanes spin insane, Let it drizzle, let it pour, let it pound, I’ll be dancing in the rain. Let thunder sound its drums, Raw, loud untamed, Let raindrops pelt their music, Upon the window pane. Let lightening flash in silver, Across night’s ebon mane, Those twisted streaks of light, I’ll be dancing in the rain. Let clouds fill and burst, Let heavens touch the plains, Let water meet the rivers, Making merry on musty lanes. Let the wind sing its song, Leaves hum a refrain, Trees, like me, we’ll be dancing, We’ll be dancing in the rain Written 15 years ago (Hard to keep up with the dancing now)

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Sometimes — the universe comes to the rescue On a down and out day. Even when the world seems upside down The sun shines from somewhere brightening the skies of the mind. The sun rays beam through the radio in much loved songs that play one after the other. Or a little surprise that draws a smile.. A considerate gesture that gives wings. Signs — they seem to be Coaxing us to look up Lifelines of hope And one holds on to them With utmost gratitude.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 11:10 AM UTC

Signs

Sometimes — the universe comes to the rescue On a down and out day. Even when the world seems upside down The sun shines from somewhere brightening the skies of the mind. The sun rays beam through the radio in much loved songs that play one after the other. Or a little surprise that draws a smile.. A considerate gesture that gives wings. Signs — they seem to be Coaxing us to look up Lifelines of hope And one holds on to them With utmost gratitude.

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Earth holds the rain tree Like a bouquet of stems and leaves Spread across the road And like the hands of the mystic Sufi The tree takes blessings from above And gives in hands that unfold

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Feb 18

Feb 18, 2026 at 10:53 AM UTC

The Rain Tree

Earth holds the rain tree Like a bouquet of stems and leaves Spread across the road And like the hands of the mystic Sufi The tree takes blessings from above And gives in hands that unfold

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Vanilla vowels and creamy colored consonants Naughty or nutty nouns of almonds, apples, apricots Aphrodisiac adjectives and very berry adverbs Passion fruit phrases pirouette like peaches in thought A pomegranate patter that pronounces a pronoun Or perhaps in veiled vines velvet verbs purr Wondrously whipped words of love Salacious sentences with strawberry stirred A mellowed musk melon of a metaphor A salubrious simile sits like a sapote crown Amorous alliterative adventures with romance and raisins An ooh la la of orange oomph onomatopoeic sounds An orchard of the alphabets in a fruity potpourri of speech A bearish pearish play and plum pun on words The language of love written with love In this hash-mash bonhomie Valentine verse Reposted

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC

A Fruity Poet Potpourri of a Valentines Verse

Vanilla vowels and creamy colored consonants Naughty or nutty nouns of almonds, apples, apricots Aphrodisiac adjectives and very berry adverbs Passion fruit phrases pirouette like peaches in thought A pomegranate patter that pronounces a pronoun Or perhaps in veiled vines velvet verbs purr Wondrously whipped words of love Salacious sentences with strawberry stirred A mellowed musk melon of a metaphor A salubrious simile sits like a sapote crown Amorous alliterative adventures with romance and raisins An ooh la la of orange oomph onomatopoeic sounds An orchard of the alphabets in a fruity potpourri of speech A bearish pearish play and plum pun on words The language of love written with love In this hash-mash bonhomie Valentine verse Reposted

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Smiles are infectious - Like a rainbow they steal greys. Gentle words are precious - Like the sun they brighten days. A gift of the heart is magic - Like the season’s first snow. A hug is a warm wrap - It makes the world glow. Kindness is like rain in June - Showers midst summer’s grip . It is within these things we do - That happiness truly lives.

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Feb 10

Feb 10, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC

Little Things

Smiles are infectious - Like a rainbow they steal greys. Gentle words are precious - Like the sun they brighten days. A gift of the heart is magic - Like the season’s first snow. A hug is a warm wrap - It makes the world glow. Kindness is like rain in June - Showers midst summer’s grip . It is within these things we do - That happiness truly lives.

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Why won't poetry still sing of beauty? What of sunrises and sunsets What of the moon and a star-filled night... It still is. It isn't dead. What of the dance of waves and seas Or the music of the wind and rustling trees A light summer rain, snowflakes that tumble Has beauty as beauty ceased to be? While wastelands are plenty — blue hills still call A child still hopes as a toddler cries Meadows are green in floral scents A balm and kindness to tired eyes Though strife torn —the world hurts today And art ought to mirror the discord, unrest The moon still glows and the sun still warms White clouds still float - lest we forget

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 10:08 AM UTC

What of beauty?

Why won't poetry still sing of beauty? What of sunrises and sunsets What of the moon and a star-filled night... It still is. It isn't dead. What of the dance of waves and seas Or the music of the wind and rustling trees A light summer rain, snowflakes that tumble Has beauty as beauty ceased to be? While wastelands are plenty — blue hills still call A child still hopes as a toddler cries Meadows are green in floral scents A balm and kindness to tired eyes Though strife torn —the world hurts today And art ought to mirror the discord, unrest The moon still glows and the sun still warms White clouds still float - lest we forget

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To the song of life I drink Of seasons and time I sing There's more foot-tapping Toasting and clapping For on the keys of love I spin Summer wine rains in vineyard bliss Chardonnay rushes in the veins Awash with beer, I froth in gold When the golden sun leans to kiss On a high with cranberry martini I rock and the seasons roll I ripple on waves of apple cider As the colours of fall unfold There's gin and tonic for the spirit *** and coke for a thought In bitter winter I'll munch on ice With a scotch to burn on the rocks Then dive into a strawberry margarita The colours that lap in pink The warmth, the sheen The seen, unseen The wonders of life in spring Here's to goblets and cups That hold the flavours of time Golden spurs and silver curls Sweet ...with a dash of lime.

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Feb 1

Feb 1, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC

Drunk on life

To the song of life I drink Of seasons and time I sing There's more foot-tapping Toasting and clapping For on the keys of love I spin Summer wine rains in vineyard bliss Chardonnay rushes in the veins Awash with beer, I froth in gold When the golden sun leans to kiss On a high with cranberry martini I rock and the seasons roll I ripple on waves of apple cider As the colours of fall unfold There's gin and tonic for the spirit *** and coke for a thought In bitter winter I'll munch on ice With a scotch to burn on the rocks Then dive into a strawberry margarita The colours that lap in pink The warmth, the sheen The seen, unseen The wonders of life in spring Here's to goblets and cups That hold the flavours of time Golden spurs and silver curls Sweet ...with a dash of lime.

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Today — I celebrate who I am No matter the colour of hair No matter the colour of eyes or skin No matter the clothes I wear I celebrate where I am today Road taken or left behind I celebrate being lost and then self-found And the thoughts that whirl in my mind I celebrate my walk, my pace That distant finishing line I see And the time it is taking for me to know My dream and my destiny I celebrate all my ties and bonds Some strengthened and some frail The language of hearts - spoken, unspoken Some poetry, some prosaic tale I celebrate my wants, my hopes My failings - and all that I couldn't be I celebrate what I may become tomorrow I celebrate - unapologetically I celebrate my aches, my tears My fears, what judgements...why justify? And grateful for little joys and blessings that I have Today, I celebrate I

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Jan 29

Jan 29, 2026 at 10:01 PM UTC

All things put aside

Today — I celebrate who I am No matter the colour of hair No matter the colour of eyes or skin No matter the clothes I wear I celebrate where I am today Road taken or left behind I celebrate being lost and then self-found And the thoughts that whirl in my mind I celebrate my walk, my pace That distant finishing line I see And the time it is taking for me to know My dream and my destiny I celebrate all my ties and bonds Some strengthened and some frail The language of hearts - spoken, unspoken Some poetry, some prosaic tale I celebrate my wants, my hopes My failings - and all that I couldn't be I celebrate what I may become tomorrow I celebrate - unapologetically I celebrate my aches, my tears My fears, what judgements...why justify? And grateful for little joys and blessings that I have Today, I celebrate I

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In a day, the sky flames with colours A collage of shades and hues From gold to red to tangerine And the solemn grey and blue. In a day, buds bloom and wilt Leaves drift, pirouette and fall Birds sing their summer songs Till twilight and night fall. The sun shines, clouds float It drizzles and storms too Just like life, with its ups and downs Hopes old and new.

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Jan 25

Jan 25, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC

All in a Day

In a day, the sky flames with colours A collage of shades and hues From gold to red to tangerine And the solemn grey and blue. In a day, buds bloom and wilt Leaves drift, pirouette and fall Birds sing their summer songs Till twilight and night fall. The sun shines, clouds float It drizzles and storms too Just like life, with its ups and downs Hopes old and new.

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Whirling drops of water like a carousel of beads like a fountain of silver rain like a ballerina on her feet. Each blade of yellow grass hot and dry and done wet with the sprinkling trickle tickles in the morning sun. Like a fan — shimmering droplets in grace they spin so wide a peacock's tail in crystal quivering side to side. Petals dive as water falls flowers bow and glow dry then drenched in merriment moving to and fro. I love to feel those drops of water cool — a splash on cheeks hip hop over flowing arms through streams I love to peek. In a row they leap and dance rise or twirl in tinkling notes a symphony where I entranced —- watch with happiness and hope.

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Jan 20

Jan 20, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC

Sprinklers

Whirling drops of water like a carousel of beads like a fountain of silver rain like a ballerina on her feet. Each blade of yellow grass hot and dry and done wet with the sprinkling trickle tickles in the morning sun. Like a fan — shimmering droplets in grace they spin so wide a peacock's tail in crystal quivering side to side. Petals dive as water falls flowers bow and glow dry then drenched in merriment moving to and fro. I love to feel those drops of water cool — a splash on cheeks hip hop over flowing arms through streams I love to peek. In a row they leap and dance rise or twirl in tinkling notes a symphony where I entranced —- watch with happiness and hope.

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