The Raining Hours! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by lalitha iyer

it wets
drenching the whole;
its good
but I am desperate too;

it touches you
deep within;
across the flickering light
the fire warms you with delight;

but the warning night
hampers your sight;
it rains into your moods
the invisible gloom;

it creeps around
sucking your verdure;
it rains into your bones
they pain with chilling tones;

the air whispers into ears
to bed with the lingering dears;
yet, lonely dusks infests with
memories of dead ones dear;

Tears popping unto the eye panes
Stirring images of partings canes;
Speechless upon the life blades
scarred childhood touches the shades;

Smelling into mud bowls
Discovering new seeds;
Opening new buds of love
are the rain drops unseen;

as it rains
moments stain
the heart with dull pain,
disturbed mind diggs burrows
soiled past- caved out errors

brain shivers
with simple isolation
solitude haunts
insecurities jaunt

the hour of moisture
shakes your texture;
it borrows your joys
buries into your pillows;

stealing your present
signalling curtains symbolling past
You sinks
into the webbed world
the magic mist changes in cold
you are pinned into
adhesive tapes of emotions
pasted to your passions

suddenly you are alone
in this over populated globe
when crowd passes by
where you can view the mob
you are an alien without a robe
you are stuck up! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !