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Rains - 6WS Series

Join the rains and get drenched. ;)

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Nice to see the rains falling on the lounge again! :D Hope to see Asbah back in her own account soon, than "on behalf" :)

The Amateur Poet,

Rains- 6WS Series

"Time for Umbrellas,Coats & Paper Boats....!!!"

Rains - 6WS Series

It did not rain; it poured. ;)

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The Amateur Poet,

Rain - 6WS series

He whispered. She laughed. It rained.

Rain - 6WS Series

Rains - heavenly tears - sad, or joyous?

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The Amateur Poet,

Rain - 6 Word Story

The rain washed away the tears.

Rains - 6 word story

Drenching my soul, these rains!

Rain - 6 Word Story

It rained, the day you left.

Raindrops on my Window

All pretty, small and together
They laugh, they dance then wither
Singing a song, they mingle along
Disappearing back to where they belong

- The Raindrops on my Window

Girl in the rain

There’s a girl in the rain
Hiding tears and her pain
I keep wondering
Who’s she?

Her hair is wet
She looks so great
I wish we’d met
Before.

She looks here and there
With eyes full of scare
There’s none around her
She’s alone.

I see through this glass
The distance between us
There’s a road I can’t pass
It’s jammed.

I can’t see her face
Amidst this menace
It’ll be real disgrace
If she leaves.

As she quiver
I step out of my car
And I walk towards her
In faith.

Seeing me come her way
She smiles at me, nay
She hurries away
In the rain.

Why would she just go?
I just want to know
Did she see me before?
Anyways…

There’s a girl in the rain
Hiding tears and her pain
I’ve a feeling within
That’s you!

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...A dedication to myself and my beautiful wife on 12 years completion of our journey in love...

kuch to keh rahi hai hawaein

..kuch to aaj keh rahin hai yeh hawayein..

..kuch to shararat to kar rahin hai fizayein..

..sab mand-mand muskura si rahin hai..

..mere sawaloon ko uljha si rahin hai..

..kya yeh kisi meethi si khushi ka ehsaas hai..

..ya phir se boondo ko tutne ki pyaas hai..

..in patthon main simti yeh kaisi yaadein hai..

..in rahon par padey yeh kaise nishaan hai..

..yeh kis ore sab ishara si kar rahin hai..

..mere umeedon ko yeh saza si rahin hai..

..kya yeh kisi meethi si khushi ka ehsaas hai ..

..ya phir se boondo ko tutne ki pyaas hai..

..kyon badloon ki haasi itni bheki hai..

..kyon phoolon ki khusboo inti mehki hai..

..kaise hai yeh khwaab jo dikha si rahi hai..

..mere ankhon ko need se uthaan si rahi hai..

..kya yeh kisi meethi si khushi ka ehsaas hai ..

..ya phir se boondo ko tutne ki pyaas hai..

Lullaby !!

I stand motionless
a parade of falling rain
hear the sweetest tune!!

My Piano and Me @ Night

The night haunts me. The day haunts me too. But when the sun is up, I can see people moving around me – talking to their friends or talking to themselves. As the night drops, my spine shivers. My ankles tremble. My wrists quaver. I fear my keyboard. The notes I play at night are all damp. The Middle C seems to be the best I can press. The C Chord stands beside it, like a lonely friend. The other notes seem obsolete or not understood. The piano does not play well. Or may be, I cannot play it at night. The environment is such – the ambience is such.

However, I long of it. I long for the night. I wait eagerly for the night to come, and when it comes, I get scared! I feel happy in my fright. I feel normal – maybe I was born to live only at nights. The keyboard frightens me. I plug it on and press the Middle C and it sounds like a trumpet. Which is the voice I am playing on? Let me see… its Grand Piano – the normal one! Then, why does it play a trumpet when I press the Middle C? I wish I would know. I keep playing it. C-C-F-G-E-C-C. C-C-F-A-D-C-C. These are the only tunes I can play. These are the only notes I seem to know. And the C Chord stays – 1, 2, 3, 4… it plays on and stops not! Thank you. Thank you for being there – thank you for staying there with me. There is no one. It’s night again!

The other night:

I was playing the piano. I tried the other chords and they played – they played well! I saw the time. It was quarter past 3. Almost morning! I moved aside, pressing the Demo button. It played on a series of notes – all together – continuously! I felt content. Now, I could afford to leave my room and walk out. I walked out. It was drizzling. No, I did not get wet. It was not that heavy a downpour. I walked across the other door. I walked down the stairs and reached the road. It was silent. The neighbor’s dog was sleeping, inserting its head between his two fore legs. My steps created sound. It woke up – looked at me – woo woo – a mild woof – mentioning its presence – settled within itself again. I smiled – he knows me! I walked across the road. The road was wet – more than I was. Small rivers of water made their way through the curves and cracks. The iron-man (who irons our cloths) was sleeping beside his shop – tired, but comfortable! I roamed for sometime more and got wet a bit by then. I came back home. My piano was still playing. Dhig-Dhig-Chaak; D-Dhig Dhig Chaak! The time stamp read ¾. That was fine. Working well! I listened to the tunes being played and stood there at my door. I wished I could play the same one day – all by myself!

Now:

It’s not raining. It’s rather hot – I am sweating and it’s sticky. The RH (relative humidity) must be very high now. Anyways, the coconut tree across my room allowed a few wafts of breeze to creep in through my window. They were soothing. My piano was off. I did not switch it on for some time now. A couple of weeks, I guess. That is long enough, for sure. I took my new mobile – the touch maestro. I never loved a mobile so much before. Well, I am happy to have it now. The FM widget glowed, when I swapped the mobile desktop and I clicked on it. It started playing the only English FM radio station in town. And the song? One of my favorites and my sister’s too: Be With You by Enrique Iglesias! What a song – there could not have been a better time for it. Suddenly I want to write a few more lines for the song. I remembered the lyrics and I wrote:

I Wanna Be With You
Will I ever get a chance?
Will you ever let me dance?
Will ever let me say, how much I love you?
Wanna be with you!!

I am happy. I really want to be with her. The piano keys glaze. I switched it on and started to play the song – not the one I was listening to; but the one I wrote just now. I am playing the song now. The Middle C rocks – and so does the C Chord! And when both are together it is awesome. I pressed on Voice and selected 72 – Trumpet! All set now. I am playing it – my words, my tune, my song! C-C-B-D… I look at the clock. It’s quarter to 3. Almost morning!

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Happy to have my space @ TWL back. I Love Writing here. More so, when somebody misses my writes. I am happy to be able to write my mind here. This post, is dedicated to Pratibha Sofat. Thanks Sis :)

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Like The Rain I Have Fallen For You ..

I walked holding my gown up in one of my hand and my heels in the other hand.He said "You look beautiful" ! My face showed my expressions before i could even realise that I'm blushing.I threw away my heels and ran into his arms.He closed my eyes with his tender hands and asked me to walk along with him.

As we walked i could feel the cool sand caressing my feet.I could hear the thunder sound of massive waves.He opened my eyes and i stood in front of the sea shore.Me with him and the moonlit beach.I was spellbound at the sight.His presence graced the beauty of the sea.He put his hand on my waist.Never i have felt so safe.

We both stood there watching the sea immovable.Dreamy conversation went on.I could feel his warmth around my body.His manly smell driving me crazy.My madness increasing.He pulled me close to him.Held my hand and we danced to the music of the serene sea.I rest my head on his shoulder.His protection around my waist.

I knew he was the one for me.He slowly moved his soft lips on my cheeks.My heart beating so fast.I moved my face standing on the tip of my toe, pressed my lips gently on his lips.The gentle, passionate kiss was so perfect for the night.The joy in my heart made my face radiant as the moon.We walked along the sea shore, holding each other's hand.The silence fell between us.Our hearts talking to each other.

My love for him is deeper than the ocean,Higher than the sky,more beautiful than the full moon.I was floating on the clouds.Suddenly the thunderstorm brought me down to earth.I wondered did the heaven's plan my romantic night with the moon, sea and the rain all together??

As the rain drops hit the sand,I whispered, i am falling for you just like rain.Kiss in the rain was like tasting the love.We sat down on the wet sand,surrounded by the cool soothing air and dipped in the shower of love.No measure for my happiness.I silently wished the moon would never set, sun would never rise and the night would never end, for i want to live this way whole my life !

Rain ..

Beautiful one which was the real human in me

Standing in front of the mirror i search for inner me

Smile faded, shadow betrayed !

I think of starting everything new,

But end up feeling Blue !

Feelings of heart so blur

Crazy thoughts make a big swirl

Scars hurt deep down

Nothing in my life is my own !

Walking down the lane,

I silently cry , so someone could cure my pain !

The empty bench welcomes me

Sitting there, I wait for someone to hear me !

Black clouds filling the sky,

Birds so freely above fly !

Raindrops falling down

Made it easy for me to mourn!

I wonder is it the drop of rain

Or the teardrop of my pain !

I let the rain drench me like never

I promised to love myself forever !

Water flowing down the streets

Took away all my sins

I Love the rain which washed away all my sadness

I feel like an angel dipped in happiness !

Raining Loneliness

Sitting here alone,
With no one by my side.
I called for your name,
But I knew you'd never come.

This is the story of my life,
All filled with love and tears,
And all falling down.
With no arms to catch me by.

I'm yearning for you.

But you could never seemed to see,
The screaming in my eyes.
Nor the blood passing my skin,
Or even the tears down my cheeks.

Your love for me is just all sacrifice, isn't it?

It's raining outside,
And you know what rain has to do with me,
It makes me remember about all the times,
Times about you and me together.

I knew you loved me.

I'm still mesmerized,
Though now my heart is pained, it's agonized.
I'm still inhaling,
Though my lungs are asphyxiated, it's suffocated.

You're way too nice.
That's all there is to it, my love.....

Reason for missing u

I can survive and still live though you are gone, doesn't really matter, my heart won't shatter, what if i am alone. Let the flowers bloom let the birds chirp... I won't drown in gloom. Let the wind whisper sweet nothings, let the cloud flirt the fragrance, the lilting melody, the nightly croon. Nothing can make me miss you, nothing can sway,

but....

It rained today.......



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read it somehwere or somebody told me... yaad nahi .... uper sey it rained today toh aiween post ker dia .... and yeah yeah i know i do miss you whether it rains or not ... but this is true when ever it rains it brings a pain along.... it hurts more then it usually does... maybe coz we have lot of memories with it ...pata nahi yaar... but .... hmmm kuch nahi ... khush raho... and i do hope and pray that you are fine.... and obviously I STILL LOVE U !!

The Rain!

droplets scattered
as rains sojourned across
making nature thrive

P.S. this is my first post on Haiku and i have no ideas if its a Haiku or not and if this poetry makes sense or that
right from time haiku was introduced i wanted to try it but couldn't try it as i just didn't understand how to go for it and didn't get a chance to ask anyone too

and Prats i sincerely apologize if this doesn't come in the category of Haiku...hope u could excuse me as a naivete...this is the best i could try but didn't get it only :-(

Looking forward to comments and suggestion so i am able to understand and write this form of Poetry

The Relationship with the Rain!

Hearing the sound of the drizzling rain and the smell of the wet sand made her leave her cozy bed for the balcony. The rain always stood for different kind of memories and feelings for her. She never really liked rains from her childhood. It always gave some kind of gloomy feeling to her. Even though like all children she had experimented with all games in the rains...from getting wet to playing to making boats specially for rain water to fetch them away('Kagaz ki Kashti) ....but still rains always made her dizzy and made her lose her sense and that was why she never cherished rain even though she always wanted to.

And today standing to see the drizzling rain she realized why she and the rain always had this love-hate relationship. It was this rain which had brought love to her and in such ways left her stranded with lots of memories which she hated to remember but they were and will forever be a part of the past which gives a bitter taste in the tongue.

Watching the rains she remembered the last monsoons and how she had found the rain and this place the best place to go ga ga with the phone and the disillusionment. Rains had given her memories of the first touch, the first rain dance, the first romance and the first liveliness. The drizzle of the droplets had sparked a life in her which made her alive and lively.......but today wandering at those moments she realizes how fake was that rain and those memories...Rain today also make her remember her first disillusionment, her first fight , her first tear, first hurt and her first deceit....and the first feeling of cheat and lies.....her first heartbreak and her first breakdown.....rain also makes her remember those rainfall nights in whose voices no one could hear her sobs ......rains also made her remember her dismantled soul and her anonymity

These memories still haunt her and jerks her with a sense of hate at her disillusioned belief but still the love-hate relationship with rain doesn't end in a hate-hate relationship. She still believe in the saying of the rain being "the blessing from GOD falling in the form of droplets" . After all it was this rain which witnessed her sobs all night, which hide her tears from everyone by concealing it as its water and it was its voice and its smell emitting from the sands that made her stand and look at the beauty of the nature around. It was this rain and the beauty it induced around that gave her the spirit and courage to gather the dismembered pieces of her life and become the renewed person.

Today the renewed person stood before the rain where she still comes to get its strength and courage and the rain still blesses her with the drizzles and talks to her in those drizzles. The hated memories are still there but the guilt of foolishness are long gone and she is one person whom everyone looks up to.

Still, her Love-hate relationship with rain reigns and will reign forever........