Let me touch the drops, O Rain
Resplendent drops.
Rain-soaked memories,
Smell of the earth,
Ginger tea and cookies,
And, nicotine
On his lips….
Let them blossom
Let me alive
Again.
Let me touch the drops, O Rain
Rain-soaked memories,
Smell of the earth,
Ginger tea and cookies,
And, nicotine
On his lips….
Let them blossom
Let me alive
Again.
Beautiful!
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Thanks… 🙂
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So much mood 🙂
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Thanks!
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Lovely M!
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Thanks, brother Wendell… 🙂
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The poem is great would love the read more of yours
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Thank you. You’ll find more poems in the “Poem” section of this blog…. 🙂
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Yes, with the rain leaving us this season and with the imminent winter taking the entry, we definitely miss the wonderful dialogue we had this year with rain. To be frank this year rain in my part of the country was scary and some time we wonder is something wrong or nature has changed its rule for playing the game with us.
When it rains less we are deeply concerned and when it rains in excess we are worried as the floods start ravaging the low lying areas and the in city not to mention of the condition of the roads and this has been the case all across and no part of country is discriminated in this manly act helplessly looking at the Godly act.
Lovely words Mani, weaved as always with beauty and bounty of nature, nurturing our senses.
😀
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Thank you, Nihar. Due to the adverse effect of global warming, the climate is drastically changing in every corner of the world. Mother Nature can be caring and vindictive in her own way. 😦
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Yes Mani we can see the widespread impact and the extent of damage out of such storms and cyclones to the floods and forest fire are there to be seen in every part of the world and there is no partiality as far as nature is concern, they are bare and they want to show it with much care when we take them for granted..
😀
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Humankind is already paying the price dearly for taking Mother Nature for granted 😦
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Indeed we need to be careful and do our bit to save our nature.
😀
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PS – it’s nice to see you again 🙂
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Nicely done Mani – you touched nearly all the senses with this one 🙂
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Thanks so much, Andy… I always cherish your comments on my poems… 🙂
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And I look forward to your poems. I have been a little slack with my writing lately 😊
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Same here… the gap is becoming longer each day. But, now I’m trying to be back… 🙂
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Romance and nostalgia have always been associated with rain. You’ve beautifully used the smells and flavours to bring out both in this short sweet poem.
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Thank you, Somali. I know a continuous drizzle or downpour is irritating to most of us, but I just can’t help loving it…. 😀 😀
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Hellos! I’m ..well, I’m trying “to be back again”..lol. That was a lovely poem, and sounded very cozy indeed!
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Thanks, dear… 🙂
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Wonderful last lines to make a come back, Maniparna. And rain….who could express it better than a pluviophile, like you. 🙂
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Thanks a lot, Ravish. It’s raining in Kolkata now due to a depression formed somewhere in the Bay of Bengal. I’m enjoying the rain in winter… 😀
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The things we love and live for. Poignant. So many memories came back to life. Thanks, Mani. Hope you’re well. It’s been a while.
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Thanks, Asha. You have rightly gotten the essence of the poem. ❤
Sorry for being so late with the reply….
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Really beautiful! Thank you. 🙂
Feel free to contribute a poem (or something else that moves your heart!) for Forgiving Fridays this week, if you would like to.
Sending you blessings of joy, of peace, and of great happiness Maniparna!
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Thanks, Debbie… ❤
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As the temperatures go down, your words warmed me nicely 🙂 Good to see you back!
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Thanks a lot, Prajakta… 🙂
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Aha! This reflection is alive through every word….the monsoon, ginger chai, smoke and brings me back to the Mumbai days.
Droplet of water,
a splash in my cutting chai,
hiding under the small tent,
water piercing on my hair,
saving my tea from the water,
can anyone fight with blessings of nature?
she wades past, me,
the sensual gaze,
as water percolates through her skin,
as if she was a statue that no one dares to touch!
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That’s wonderfully composed, Vishal. The poem evokes memories of long-gone days, of passion and forgotten love… thank you so much for posting it here. I’m honoured… 🙂
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After winters, rain is my favorite season! The whiff of rain in the arid summer winds is too inviting and exhilarating! Nice poem! Brings back the feelings of monsoon, though recently we had a belly full of it in Bombay! 😀
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Nice one making me nostalgic
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Thanks, Durgaji… 🙂
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Lovely poem Mani! Rain has evoked wonderful poetry since humanity learnt to share words and emotions! Right now what comes to my mind is…woh kagaaz ki kashti woh baarish ka paani…
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The mellifluous voice of Jagjit and Chitra Singh…and the wonderful lyrics! Thanks for posting this, Balroop… 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thanks, dear ❤
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Nice poem and romantic too!
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Thank you…. 🙂
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Beautiful and romantic.
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Thank you. I’m back again… 😀 Hope you’re doing well… 🙂
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🙂
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