Tuesday, August 3, 2010

A letter from your rainlover

The whole sky for me is a cloud today,
Sondha, play with me,
I’ll be the rain throughout the day.

I’ll make your salwar translucent,
Your waist has the curve of a river.
Your lips speak the language
Of red…
Sondha, play with me
On my childhood bed.

I’ll make you restless, like ocean waves,
I’ll be patient like mountain caves,
We will be lost in Ellora…

If we meet
I promise you a portrait.

The tighter I hold you,
The faster you’ll melt.

Fire will make you shiver,
With a wave of your wand
You’ll extinguish the candles.

In the darkness, you’ll be a poetess,
I’ll be raining in Egypt,
You’ll be a tigress.

Embrace.
Be drenched.
Sondha, play with me
West Wind led.

2 comments:

  1. A nice Romantic poem combining personal feelings with the artistry of structure and thought.But who is sondha? Ur dreamgirl or a muse? DWAIPAYAN

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  2. Sondha means evening. After the day, evening has come, but it is still raining... love from skies... This poem is most purely objective, as its theme was suggested to me by Arik.

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