The Rain

The first rains of the monsoon....reminded me of something I wrote more than 8 years ago in the middle of summer, in the middle of the most arid region I have lived in with absolutely no chance of rain anywhere in the near future...

The rain puts up a show

Holding every eye in rapture,

Little boys rise in pleasure

Its beauty to forever capture.

The heavens seem to bulge

Through sheets of blue and gray;

Lines and curves of nature

Lilting imaginations play.

Every boy in playful glee

Looks through enchanted eyes

At laden clouds, so soft

And each of them tries;

To reach out and feel

To touch them with his lips

To hold them in his hand and squeeze

Until the nectar drips.

Oh! The feeling rises up

Coursing through his veins.

The cups of heaven grip his soul

Until the elixir drains.

Such is the beauty of the rain

Getting you all wet.

It’ll make hearts flutter,

Till every sun has set 

Perhaps

Happened to stumble across Pablo Neruda and his poem Perhaps.... the following is heavily inspired by the same...

Perhaps to live a lifetime is to share a moment with you,

To close my eyes so your smell would linger a while longer.

The colour of your eyes, lighting a mellow brown dusk

As the cherry blossoms freeze in the moment, still!

Nothing stirs but a familiar pang in our hearts.

As you walk away the moment is passed but is now forever,

The eyes cannot wash away the taste that binds my lips

And that little bit of your smile that you left behind

Fills and outgrows the void

Because in that moment ‘we’ were

And so ‘we’ will always be

And maybe ‘you’ will live a lifetime longer than ‘me’

But ‘we’ will always live a lifetime together and free.