Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Rain


Sometimes its rain-
just random droplets,
falling in vain.

Sometimes its fall,
sometimes hope.

An inspiration to a lover,
an iginiting of creation.
A burden on the sky
or just a promise-- well-kept.
An understanding-- obvious, unsaid.

Or nothing at all.
A matter of chance,
unjustly surmised.

Sometimes its rain-
brings back memories and pain.

Sometimes its rain-
calm, and stolid;
unruly, and angry;
happy, and sanguine;
lovely, and romantic;
harsh, and loud;
silent, and beautiful.
Rain

...just random droplets,
falling in vain.

7 July 2005. New Delhi

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