It’s true, Rain makes me philosophical,
Standing next to my murky window pane,
I am contemplating every moment in my life,
Every cherished or perished dreams I had.
Yes, I am a lover of gloomy rainy days,
Yes, I am also a lover of tragedies,
Oh, don’t take me as some hopeless kind,
Tell me isn’t happiness equally proportional,
to sufferings, and vice versa, as we nobly say,
Same as any dark rainy day, shrouded in despair,
at the same time hopeful and exciting to some!
Today, as if lost, I stare at the tiny rain drops,
Sticking to my standstill, unsure, cloudy life,
I can see, each represents a hopeful dream,
Some fall off soon, some stay a little longer,
But what matters for me the most is,
My hazy eyes are still soaked wet with them,
At least they haven’t dried or died for now,
That’s why probably I love rain the most,
As it resonates with what I have lost,
And understands, what, I still hope to gain !!
Really like that!
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Thanks for reading Michael π
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Rain is such a beautiful metaphor for your life….nice poem.
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Thanks a lot for reading and your beautiful comments π
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This is beautiful, Vinayak! Your interpretation of rain as a metaphor to life is evocative and primal. Each passage is powerful and insightful. You share a genuine view of life that is easy relatable and do so in such wonderful words and phrases. “My hazy eyes are still soaked wet with them, At least they havenβt dried or died for now”, that is pure gold, my friend! Well done!
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Thanks Brad for reading and your ever wonderful comment. Motivates me a lot when I get such comments from you. Take care my friend, stay well π
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I guess Brad has written everything. Articulation of words is wonderful. The flow of lines seems to be flowing with the rain.
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Thanks a lot for reading Kritika π
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Pleasure π
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Itβs really beautiful and appealing !
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Thanks Saumya for reading and your wonderful comment π
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Itβs really beautiful and appealing !!
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Beautiful poem! Rain is majestic π
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Thanks a lot for reading π
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Reading this brings me the mood of watching the rain drinking a cup of warm hot chocolate.
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Indeed, thanks for reading π
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Hi Alchemist, I especially like “cherished or perished dreams” and “sticking to my standstill”.
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Thanks a lot for reading and commenting
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