Rain ~ Notes Above Ground - Travels of a writer, poet, expatriate living and working abroad.

Rain

Rain drizzles down the city
It refuses to go away.
Just like an old lover
That refuses to say goodbye

Even when things are over it hangs on stubbornly
The monsoon had ended
Yet the rain still remains.

Ever presenting itself
Seeping into every hole
Soaking everything in its path –

Slowly sinking in
Its cold wet touch
Drizzle continues for days
Skies dark and gray

An eerie coldness hovers above.
Colder in the nights.
Stone cold heights.

2 Comments:

  1. Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...
    oh how i love the rain in calcutta, and it was depicted in such a lovely way.although i dont belong to the intelligentsia where i can comment on someone's works, yet i can and always would show my appreciations for a beautiful poem such as this.i guess i said it all :)

    mind going through my blog and put in some of your carefully crafted comments on the same?

    http://rajtilak-bhattacharjee.blogspot.com
    Yu^2 said...
    I don't think you have to belong to intelligentsia or any group to appreciate poetry.

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