Sunday 13 July 2008

And, I rained my soul.

The raindrops splattered
Over my window panes

And I watched,
Dreamily.

Soaking in the aroma,

Of the fresh damp soil
I sat-
Effervescent memories,
Bubbling over.

Sashayed into the open, i did-
Drenching myself.

Raindrops touched my wet skin
And I squirmed,
Anticipating the forbidden.

I held the hem of my skirt
Seamless-
Swaying in grace,
A pirouette,
magical.

My supple feet soaked in,
The damp earthen joys,
And the drizzle
Caressed my parched soul-

Blissful,
I heeled a dance.


Gyrating-
I held my eyes shut,
Winding back to the memory-
Of belonging, of love, of you.

Soulful a mizzle,
It rained on.

And I stood, saturated-
Waterlogged dreams,
Waiting-

For you.

Gently, my eyes pried itself open.
And, I rained my soul.

5 comments:

  1. Those last two lines did it for me! Drenched! :)

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  2. Beautiful...!
    Soulful a mizzle,
    It rained on.
    And I stood, saturated-
    Waterlogged dreams,
    Waiting-
    For you.


    Loved these lines..

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  3. "Water logging dreams"
    That one expression is enough...
    brilliant.
    It will remain with me for a long long time..
    Thanks..

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  4. Clouds gather in our minds
    but when it rains, it "rains not only in your soul" but to ours too..
    Sashu...
    words carried the smell of fresh earth..
    my new post has a very curious connection with the picture used in your profile..
    LOL

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  5. Soaked in the poetry and the expressions divine, in this poem!

    Indeed, waterlogged dreams... what an awesome touch there!

    Brilliant, quite quite brilliant!

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