One by one they fall, making symphony with rooftops. We held each other tight, As the rain pours with all its might. Clouds hover around, to quench the barren thirst
Cosy in your arms I feel nice and warm.
When I wake, the storm is spent, I feel a wave of contentment, I dream of your arms around me But I find you gone like the midnight rain Only the crumpled sheets.
A silent pain, you'll never feel, A broken heart, that'll never heal
watching through the window too many shades to count, gleaming against the country sky Wind blowing through my hair The rain dripping in the pond dance to cool breeze's tunes But I just can’t seem to care As I am lost without you
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
Monsoon is the most beautiful season in India. Bringing life and romance to summer baked earth . the sights and scenes of oncoming monsoon is beyond any words. I relate monsoon to love which comes to a barren heart invokes hopes and passions.
Beautiful...you painted monsoons and the tropics in full colour here and the anguish in a heart that longs for the one.... After the dry season...monsoon surely brings hope, quenching the earth's thirst, giving a second chance, rebirth even...
Hi, bolllywood, A silent pain, you'll never feel, A broken heart, that'll never heal... Your poem conveys well the agony felt when the symphony turns into the pain of loss. It's good to have your poetry grace Poet's Corner, once again.
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A silent pain, you'll never feel, A broken heart, that'll never heal... Your poem conveys well the agony felt when the symphony turns into the pain of loss. It's good to have your poetry grace Poet's Corner, once again.