The Pluviophile Soul

 

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Tell Me O’ Rain

Is it the lust of the heaven
Or the thirst of the earth
Why do you fall O’ rain!

Is it man kneeled to see you fall
On a parched land where the sun struck hard
Or, is it my lover’s dry lips, twisted in love.

You fall to moist
Do you fall,
Just to tease my heart

With broken strings and a lost bow
Like a violin ripped apart
What is your purpose O’ dear!

To fall and to watch me burn
Or to heal me through casting me in flames
Of love, agony and pain,

Tell Me O’ Rain.

 

Rain is just like something that revives and beautifies our soul as well as our mind. I think nature knows correctly how to kindle up the soul with the use of darkness.

Au Revoir!

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Hit my soul

Kiss of Bliss

 

Grey and dark they floated up the hills

vapours and smoke dark as night sweet

filled with the wine so aromatic and sweet

stolen from the cellars of paradise it seemed

 

It thundered its presence to the heaven

and to the mortals in the ground

as it dripped and streamed the pearls of joy

fulfilling the wishes of the earth after her long cry

 

So, I stand witnessing this mystical romance

As the poetic lover bathes her beautiful lass

Both naked and drawn in love

For their bodies might be different

But their souls were one

 

Dehradun is heaven. I t has not stopped raining since the last 48 hours. Dark and grim all day. Well i guess darkness guides my soul.

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Back in Doon!

Yeah! The solace of the summer ends now guys. Back to Dehradun now. Day in and day out of work and fun now. Engineering is kinda like that nosy girlfriend that is worth the world but annoys you constantly with her bitchy attitude (Sorry Feminazis!). It’s pouring here and I feel i love the rain and petrichor more than the Earth craves for it. Chai, Pakode and just sitting beside the window peeping out of the window as the tiny droplets of wine extinguishes your anguishes and fears and freshens you up again!.

” Aur Dehradun ki Baarish bhii suhani hoti”

Living just 50 km from “The queen of hills” Mussoorie I guess I will be off as soon I write this blog for ya friends.

To be honest i would like to skip our conversation as i don’t have words to describe this experience. Something are better left unsaid. Just let it chill you with her eternal peace and cool.Blog

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Desires of a petrichor

THE PSALM OF RAIN

 

Trickling from the shrine

Pearls of joy and drops of solace embrace my soul

As it kisses my skin and soul with the tenderness and calmness of its abode

Takes me to a journey from dusk to dawn

Heaven to Earth, a place where this fallen broken soul belongs

 

Falling from heaven to quench the thirst of the barren land

The drops of wine restore the Earth’s solace and peace

Like the almighty grant’s away his blessings which this mortal being receives

 

And, for this soul, who can do what but to gaze in wonder

This spiritual cosmic bond between the creator and creation

These tears of love trickles down from my lips to my heart

Restoring my fallen consciousness

 

My soul dances and rejoices as the myth portray before it

Two legendry lovers meet and romances

 

And as for the body

It stands under the blue

For the rain to drip it again.

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The Rainy Day’s

The Rainy Day’s

 

Nights were dark, grim and cold

And the clouds invaded the sky

Extended till the horizon and the peaks so high

I wondered “If I ever would see the light?”

 

Life grew dreary and sceptic of the bright

As, the clouds poured, flooding my mind

With the thoughts of calamity and catastrophe, by the mighty

Angels of doom, holocausting the blissful residence of the soul

 

Besides, the gathered vivid dreams I lied

Too, tired and too old to resist and fight

And, now only prayers chanted from my lips

As everything which I once held dear, slipped

 

Living in the delusion, having drunk the intoxicating wine

Of false power and pride destroyed at the first sight of peril

And, too foolish to realise that we are mere pawns

In the game of chess between the God and the devil

 

Just a poem today, as i feel too calm to talk about anything else. So , i will just sip my coffee and watch it rain from the dark sky as i read yours and mine life.50-rainy-street

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