Sitting beside my window pane,
i was gazing at all that was happening outside,
clouds of her thoughts were treading ahead,
gradually engulfing the tranquil gleam,
brightening my soul and my mind...,
and then with a sudden lightening and thunder,
i could hear the outburst of cloud, it couldn't bear anymore,
a plethora of drops, down my eyes, rolled,
wetting every corner of my face...as if..,
on the thirsty earth, the mercy of clouds was poured....
her memories constantly pounded my heart.....,
i sat numb and still beneath the curtains of oblivion,
drowned in the reminiscences, flooding every part of my mind,
the rain continued...., for an hour or two prolonged the tide,
again a sudden thunder and back i came to my senses,
few minutes past....my tears dried up,
.not a single bead was left to shed.......
I looked outside and found the beautiful prismatic sky,
Rays of sun reaching far to cover everything with its golden blanket,
The birds calling me out to start a new journey ahead,
All my thoughts drained, gone was all my pain,
If she couldn't understand my love,
i would indulge in something else, to show my love a way........,
I left myself in the hands of creativity....,
The rains of past have fallen......
I took my brush to paint the present scene.
IMAGERY is the seed of creativity in poetry and u have plenty
@Jaya Das, Nice imagery drawn in the poem. At the end, a gleam of hope prevails. 'I left myself in the hands of creativity...., The rains of past have fallen...... I took my brush to paint the present scene' - The poem has ended wonderfully with these beautiful lines.
Hope and optimism are very essential parts of our life which can drive away all negative thoughts and failures. Destiny has its role and we can't the way things are happening. few minutes past....my tears dried up, .not a single bead was left to shed....... The birds calling me out to start a new journey ahead,
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I would like to translate this poem
the tranquil gleam, brightening my soul and my mind.. then the thunder and storm.. on the thirsty earth, the mercy of clouds was poured.. drowned in the reminiscences i sat …tears, ….the beautiful prismatic sky, I left myself in the hands of creativity... Brushing the present scene.. very great imagination. your brilliance of thought You have a fascinating mind………. Thank you dear poetess. for this poem. Tony
thanks a lot dear poet