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Poetry

Anarchic Times

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Gyrating to the rhythm 
of the raindrops 
plopping on my windowsill 
my heart graced 
a mischievous charm 
singing sopranos 
from some anarchic times

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Poetry

When it Rains….

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The torrent rushed down with a devilish grin as if the grays were ripped from the skies and the downpour came crashing, falling hastily on the rugged terrain.

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Poetry

Your Tactile Touch

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Not the verse laced with magical words,
or an act to show me your divine worth,
nor the signs of any lovable notes,
or any precious gift raring to unearth

Neither the mystic rain,
nor the enigmatic sun,
or any seasonal bloom,
or the desirable moon

No such spectacle,
or splendor,
or any occult,
can ever capture my soul

For all you need
to drive me insane,
is your gentle
innocent tactile touch

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Poetry

The Old Bronze Brooch

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The torrent was devastating
and the deluge flooded the streets
there was no place to escape
tall walls of water
stood like an ugly beast

We prepared to vacate the house
the water rushed with urgency
making even dead souls to rouse

and as I stepped outside the door
the flood bought with it
the old bronze brooch

And as it flowed past me aloof and alone
a surge of memory went past my mind
the reminiscence that was long forgotten

And I leaped to pick
the fast disappearing clip,
but the gushing water ditched me
as it took it away
from my human reach

Anxiousness took over
the fear of my turmoil being
and indignation clouded all over
my seared and bruised soul

No storm was any hindrance
gale could no longer instill any fear
with that vanishing brooch
all my fear disappeared

All I desired at that time
was to get hold of that brooch
my long treasured yearnings
my last standing sign of love

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Poetry

That Stormy Night

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And that stormy night
when the deluge came down
without any forewarning
defying the weathermen’s insight

You stood there aghast
unsure what to do
you weren’t prepared for the rain
looking for shelter in that lonely street
all your efforts going in vain

And then I saw you
your linen drape soaked
the lips dripping water
trying to escape the downpour
standing under an oak

The single layer swathe
blending well with your dusky skin,
the moonlit skies
revealing the curves,
displaying with urgency
your sensuous verve

I was so engulfed in your allure
my subconscious mind
ignored your searching eyes
and your curious soul

It was a magical spell
an occult, a decree
I savored the moment
and treasured a lifetime memory

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Poetry

Rain Drops

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The insignificant droplets of rain
basked in glory
as they caressed your lips
from the crack of the window pane

And they danced
as if some chord of God’s creation
has found its lost rhythm
touching her smiling glance

The trivial tiny drops
abruptly found a purpose
and an enchanting life erupted
for it had met your beautiful soul

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