Rain Poem by M.. ROHITH

Rain fell outside as I began to write...


You are a postmodernalist Monalisa
to my surrealist heart.
Sitting in the pavilion made of glasses
seeing mans evolution from a monkey
dissolving love in our hearts
seeing mans evolution to a warrior
dreaming darkness
painting you with love
trying to make Da Vinci jealous
with that Monalisa.
You, being a rebel
started a rebellion in my heart
generated power and gave energy
to write this.
I read the diary of your dreams
and filled my pen with
those dreams instead of ink.
You are ever twinkling star
and im a fragrant filled flower.
Though i know i cant catch you,
i love you.
My thoughts blocked by your love
and cant write of anything other than you
and only you.
You are a spark of current that flow
in my poetry
and treats everyone that read my poems
with a shock.
I see you in my poems and
feel you in imagination.
I talk to you in my dreams
and wanna meet you on the land of lovers.
Until then
good bye.
I will be waiting for you there.


Its raining inside.