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[writing a poem after a real long time...lack of inspiration! Last night we were talking and it poured like crazy and then all of a sudden the line was cut. We tried calling each other but no network! I can't begin to tell you how frustating it was! So finally I called him early morning and it got through...Spoke to him for a bit and went back to sleep. This is of course for Him!]

Who invoked thee?
Ask I
The clouds might be weeping?
Thought I

The gentle pitter-patter
of the rains
Fall like shards of glass now,
it pains

My eyes hurt as the water
descends
The heart fears for my vision
blurs

You are to come, but when?

The warm sun rose to
glory this morn
And now the ominous dark clouds
the skies adorn

Are the clouds weeping?
I wonder
As the water keeps
seeping

Is it the day of doom?
I muse
As I descend into
gloom

The sun’s disappearance
this aft,
The moon’s appearance
not.

My cold hands make to
shiver
As the gushing water
Unbound the
river

I should have heard
the tinkle
Of your bicycle by now,
I think.

But the water will drown the
ringing bell,
My tears blink.

There is a flash of lightning
as the
Gates dash and so do
my hopes.
Wonder how my heart copes…

My heart sinks but then…
I hear the tink
I dash out to see
As the winds clash in glee
You stand and look
Oh I think my heart shook!

You wink and as I soar
high
As the breeze roars by

We hold hands and the
rains drops
Sound like music props…

Comments

  1. Glad you got an urge for a poem, Nikki. This is wonderful:

    'I should have heard
    the tinkle
    Of your bicycle by now,
    I think.

    But the water will drown the
    ringing bell,
    My tears blink.'

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  2. I'll be honest nikki
    You write better than that :)

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  3. Inspiration..often a synonym to a him/her... and sometime lack of it leaves a deep void..

    Nice one ya...Now keep the inspiration alive of writing poems also... na insafi maat karna poems ke sathe.. hey too deserve attention

    :) cheers

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  4. Inspiration..often a synonym to a him/her... and sometime lack of it leaves a deep void..

    Nice one ya...Now keep the inspiration alive of writing poems also... na insafi maat karna poems ke sathe.. hey too deserve attention

    :) cheers

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  5. we hold hands as the rain drops,
    tip top tip top tip top....

    i cud smell da rain...nice!!!

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  6. hmm acall disconnected made you write poetry..wow..love is going great!! Have you told your parents yet?

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  7. @Julia Smith

    :) Thank you Julia!

    @ ani_set

    I agree with you. I prefer my prose to poetry! Thanks!

    @ Saurangshu Kanunjna

    Poems don't come easily to me! :) I shall try.

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  8. @ Iggy

    Thanks a lot! :)

    @ Buckingfastard

    Sigh...yes the rains!

    @ Sujata

    Arre ekhono bole nee! I have to tell them after my birtheday. :) And I would blog about it!

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  9. inspiration? or frustation...
    clear and visible...
    great write up :)

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  10. First time on your blog.Lovely poem !
    I could picture the scene - in your mind and in your heart.

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  11. Lady i can feel this yes i can :)
    Hugs pal.

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  12. @ Whisky

    Thanks for visiting1 Hope you keep coming back!

    @ rajnishkumar71@gmail.com

    Thanks for visiting and I am glad you liked it!

    @ Rashmi

    Yeah sweety! :)

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  13. Well Written!

    I love your template!

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