The thirsty drops of rain tingling onto my head, Barren thoughts of joy that it seems to have bred .
Its the misty cloud and the virgin vapours insight ,
Its not me that seems to have indulged in this fight.
I lift up my cramped self to walk in the cool breeze ,
Thanks to the coy clouds that ease out all the crease.
Its not me to be blamed for I have no tempest needs,
Its the rain that has caressed and dampened all the seeds..
photo: London, April '09
4 comments:
nicely written..
heyyy...u back! :)
couldn't figure this one out....might be dual meanings...
1. Bored with consistent state of mind
Or
2. Expectations for something
Well both mite be wrong...but good choice of simple words.
hey animesh.. thanks for the comment
This one hands down .. goes to bangalore rains....
Interesting analysis though:)
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