The Rains

Rains has always been inspiring element to the writers and painters, rather creators. And so to me too. I always cherish rains and remember some sweet memories of my life. I tried here to share...

...the moist damp weather,

with small water pools here and there,

and shivering cold air running through the spine,

reminds me of you...

your firm palm holding mine in fist, my cheek brushing your shoulder, and your hot breathes on my face;

You held my back in your arms, tried to make the togetherness closer, and I put my face down,

You kissed me on my forehead and clean my face off my thin hair straggles,

I kept my eyes closed and my thin lips trembled in shy...

as we walked together holding hands, for an unknown destination of Peace.

 

My eyes still try searching for you,

here and there, to and fro,

whenever and every moment, after the rains...

and I fall in love with your memories again.

I stare at the cloudy sky, I see the wet birds, I blush alone,

I think of you, you and me, and myself...

and tears roll down.

Reviews

[Melinda Weber]

A nice read, good poem. One thing that did distracted me from it was the font being a bit small., but good job :)

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

Good poem. Well written . With regards.

[Helrac]

Wow, I was very moved by this. You effortlessly sucked me into your memory, a place, a touch, a feeling. Wonderful, thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and powerful poem. I like the places you took me with you in this poem. Rain can cause time for thoughts and memories to rebirth. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[AK]

Awesome poem, very nice, and oh I'm from Bangalore, Karnataka, India.