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Jellyfish Dec 2015
My heart
d r o p s
with the
bass as I
see you
drifting
a w a y
without
m e .
Swathi eruvaram Nov 2015
Rain is crying on my window
Happy tears!
D Sep 2015
Rain pours, as the car skims through the clogged streets.
In the bask of your presence, seated in the back seat I listen.
You go on and on about your thoughts, as always I'm smitten.
Your thoughts so personal yet so impersonal, giving nothing away.
A veil of carefully crafted mask guards you.
As my thoughts start to linger, wondering what is behind it.
That's when you run your fingers through your hair.
Ruffled hair, child like smile, so may words, so much enthusiasm.
I'm drawn back tempted to gaze at those pretty deep eyes.
As rain drops trail their way on the rear glass ,casting a shadow.
The occasional yellow light, as it braces you.
I'm allured by their enchanting dance on your face.
Just a touch away, so close yet so far.
Idiosyncrasy Jul 2015
You told me not to be sad
When the rain starts pouring,
I should dance and enjoy
Under the rain.

So that's what I did,
Dancing to the beat of the taps
As the rain falls,
Remembering you.

But you were like the rain,
Just when I'm in the heights of my emotions,
Just when I was falling hard for you,
You stopped, left.

You left me cold and wet,
You know,
You could have been
The arms that wrapped me tight.
Raghu Menon Jul 2015
The first few drops
Fell on my face
As I was speeding on my bike
The sky still looked almost clear
And there was not much signs
of an impending rain..

Then there was a breeze
Cold and refreshing..
The sun hid itself behind the clouds
The dust on the path flew up twirling..

The breeze got stronger
The leaves of the trees on
Both sides of my path started dancing faster..
There was a sudden flight of a pack of birds
There was few more rain drops and this time hitting stronger

Then all of a sudden,
The wind got stronger
The  droplets fell thick and heavy
The intoxicating smell of the first rain
Hitting the loose earth below
Pierced my nose and all my senses

I slowed down my bike to catch
All the smells, the droplets, the cold wind
The flying leaves,
The chirping of the birds,
The growing darkness..
The fragrance of the first summer rain...

The rain lashed heavily
Blinding my eyes,
Water dripped down by dress
Sending the cold chill through my spine..
Refreshing and Energising at the same time

The road became clean
With the run off..
The ensuing scenery became greener
Little streams formed and giggled
Down the drains...

I slowly cycled forward
Not caring to take a shelter
For I cherished to be wet
In the summer rain..
Which was bringing back
Nostalgic memories
Of childhood..
The song of the rain lingering
And the bike seemed to like the rain
As its master who floated
With the rain...
Immersed in the music of the rain..
Adam Struble Mar 2015
rain beats dynamic rhythm
ever changing syncopations
speaking to underwater sensibilities
feeding dreams of nymphs and pots and pans,
mushroom damp truants

records and players
lent out to the Master Librarian
hermit in her books and closets
dust on her shelves
thick as thieves
sticky as raindrops
Dr Zik Mar 2015
its old tale
they come on train
it was, it is as raining
drops of tears
or
pure dew drops
same and, real and natural
look them, feel them their free fall
as many times, you recall
You are not alone
Greenery, O you beautiful thing, barely visible in the wake of early dawn.
Amidst the darkness,dew drops form across your petals.
Sometimes visible like crystals at my lawn.
I look through you, the ray has hit your window,
As I try to grasp the details you reflect like a mirror,
You perish upon my gentle touch,
And here I thought you would turn into gold.
Oh my, I sure am getting old.
Searching for answers within the dew drops of the early dawn,
Knowing everyone just started to yawn,
And lift their sleepy heads,
Here I am standing,wondering where do these dew drops lead to.
Dew drops,you are like ripples of tiny bubbles,
But sometimes,I feel you are the tear drops that fall from the eyes of my own.
And sometimes,I think you are the drops of love from the vast ocean,
Endless,with no edges or corners,
Perfect in your own solitude.
Nick Strong Sep 2014
Drops fall from the grey,
Singly spattering leaves
Crashing through foliage
To bounce upon the earth
landing in cracks, amongst the roots
Your tears fall from eyes
To touch to the cheek,
A shimmering memory
Of a twice grey day
Written in a quick five minutes....
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