Fropper.com Blogs – Free Blogging

I love Mumbai City that prompted me to write this poem.

<< “If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.” - Mother Teresa | Main | Life is Beautiful >>

Posted on: Jun 18, '07

Rain came as a nostalgic storm

Still it was raining

Rain came as a nostalgic storm
The fully wet
green green grass
red rose
pink lotus
green leaves
all prays
Go back to your memories
where you, your beloved and your dreams
once lived
I opened my window pains
the rain drops carassed my eyes
left a reflection in my eyes
it was my memories
thunder gave impetus
to reach the kingdom of memories
the lightening guided me to
the greenery of my life
rain drops melt in the belly of earth
left an incomparable odour of mud
which transcent me to that world
I shut the window pains
sat in my rocking chair
shut my eyes
journey has started
still it was raining.

Raghs49

Tags:

4 Comment(s) |