It rained, on our first night
An incessant, whiney rain
Cooling, with its humidity yet
Raising warm sweat
Why do I remember?
We talked, only of it,
the night over
Searching, seeking something familiar...
We loved rains
But, not this rain
It’s not raining tonight
The breeze, pushing that branch,
thumps a static beat on the pane
Drilling, droning, holding sway;
exfoliating thoughts
revealing memories – remembered always
Raw, yet to heal, hurts lot
It’s not raining
Only the clouds playing,
with the moon
Teasing, tormenting;
driving it out from the room
Lying on this bed,
stoked with fervour,
through the years
Wasted memory seeks,
possession of love’s ardour
This is the very room, where
we are together, always
Tonight, I want the rain
to shut out the night sounds
The crickets, owls in the background
Just, to hear the rain’s roar
Echo our pains, pleasure’s bounds, more
When heart calloused, puts out hands
seeking loves embrace
Tonight, I want it to rain
At least; the incessant, whiney rain... familiar again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful rain of poetry!