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Burnt in Rain – the poem
Musings of an open sky azure
Sun is a dewy smile to be felt,
Stars cuddle the moon allure
Wind and rain celebrate the zest.
Strips of blacks and whites
Colorful fiesta of mind galore,
Trips of agonies and smiles
Tuneful Celesta to heart’s savor.
Let the this moment crystallize
And the pain is fleeting,
Yet a drop of truth materialize
Since the rain is reeling.
Cloud is expectant metaphor of life
Chains of event unleashed,
And many galloping emotions thrive
Rains of remorse again stabbed.
Let the moment crystallize
And the pain is drifting,
Yet a drop of love hangs on
Hope is deadly game rifting.
Death is walking ahead
Ripping the life apart,
Memories flash aghast
Sipping the life’s time alert.
Rejoicing a death so much waited
Sky is my oyster,
Kissing smiles of the Sun
Flying with the stars forever….!
Hugging the moon shine till I lost my being
And then I became wind to harbor love uncanny
Sizzling is the smoke of love,
And the Sun is igniting the passion trove.
Then I am rain………….
Raining to cut an aged open wound so filled
I am embracing you till the core and deep within
Ethereal is the lovemaking
Unearthly is the immersion
And I am crying again………….
Rains are uncontrolled torrent of tears
Love is a fire of rain and …I am burnt again.
A handful of rain………..
Living in a hopeful of death.