As i listen
to the sound
My whole world
spins around
I wonder why
as it thunders so high
It all feels like
a vented out cry
As i scream
thoughts knock and leave
The more i try to see
it all looses its sheen
As it pours by
nothingness hovers the sky
It all washes by
still i feel so dry
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Rakesh
Good flow…
The luxuriant loam
held her breath,
read the message from
the dark clouds
gathering overhead.
A sweet intoxication
hung thick in the air
Skies thundered loud and high,
the dry earth crackled dry,
silence again passed by!
Jyo
Loved the last stanza! Beautiful poem…
It has been raining for three days in Calcutta..
And somehow the rain has dampened everyone’s spirits. So, thats probably somewhat similar emotions I feel on my side.