Part 1
You pattered against
My drenched window seal,
I watched you
Slowly
Touching the glass,
With a silent clang,
And then
Move down
Breaking and joining
The others
The little thin streams
That collected
Into little puddle
On the other sideYou have been knocking
At my window since dawnI have been watching your every move,
Sometimes,
Tracing your path with my
Shy yet determined fingers,
Sometimes watching
You getting gathered
Into confident droplets
You pattered ceaseless
As I watched you
From the other side.
Part 2
I recall your smile
Among the patterns made
By those raindrops
On the other side of my
Close window.
I recall
How your wet hair
Laid carelessly
Over your shoulders
After that refreshing bath
I recall how soft yet delightful
Your long fingers
Could draw sensations
Over meBut the raindrops and the little streams
That keeps following
Alone the window pane
Is tortuously quiet
It never breathes
Like you do
Over my ears
It never giggles
Even when the lightening strikes
The clouds grumble
Like you do
After my attempts
To make a jokeRaining for a while now,
Raining on, reminding
Me of moments shared
I miss you, beside
My empty self.
Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra
23 comments:
Nice
keep writing more such beautiful lines
Makes me long for the rain, not the one we get in Delhi - all dust laden and messy
The rain in the hills ... that is true drama
@ jidhu
thank you, and hope we can keep speaking out our mind through poetry and images, just like you do
@ ritu
fikar not...we can surely plead those lovely black clouds to give you a awesome drenched visit this year...
@ anindita...
yes bua with your blessings we know we will go a long way...
wow, very emotive verse...i could hear a song in this as well...raining here today and i will try to see the drops as beautiful as you did...
Enjoyed reading your poem. especially the lines "You have been knocking
At my window since dawn"
@
Brain
thnx all beauty rests but in the eyes of the beholder
The desires of a lonely mind can at times be the most beautiful that one can imagine. Beautifully portrayed.
second straight day of rain for me here...this poem was just right for today, thanks,
sotti mon kamon kara. chhobi kobita sab miliye. ami anek din bade ekhane elam. torao anek din kicchu publish koris ni dekhchhi.amar abosso bristi bhaloi lage. knacher opare jakhon andhar kara bristi hoy takhon udas mone bose thakte bhalo lage.
That was a clever poem.Loved both parts of the poem, one of the rain and other of love.
I agree with dustus.
Keep writing.
Lovely lines...I liked this poem.
Lovely - superbly expressed
Beautiful -how the raindrops merged and formed puddles and how the thoughts flowed so naturally to join a lost stream of love!
Part 1 was a perfect "pre" of part 2..
Absolutely awesome.. not only it talked about rains but also filled me up with the thoughts of that special someone.. :)
Very well written!
Hugs xox
this writing brings stillness to me...watching the the trickles upon a window as nothing but unconfined nature shows itself,maybe as a gift. absolutely beautiful writing.
..and it makes me miss my wife.
such a sadness in that second part, made all the more poignant by the quiet details in the first... a lovely write.
as I watched you from the other side - such deep sadness here! What feelings you convey with the window, rain and separation by glass. Nice work!
Part 2 of Timeless missing is nice. it depicts the memories of missed one compared with current scenario. the final lines'reminding me of moments shared' is worth shared. shows how sad to lose a loved one.
It's just simply great!..
Landed on your blog for the second time :) could not comment but now i can..lovely...
and the idea of a vagabond and a wizard is superb in itself..
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