Rain Alchemist

Scratched Memories

Remember, that old park bench

Sketched with our love memoir

Bearing symbols of our hearts

A relic signed with our names

Though rusted now with time

Our young love still glitters

Under the shadow of choices

That tore our lives asunder

I know you prefer to move on

The spark dead in your eyes

I like to travel back in time

Deep down the memory lane

To contemplate the reason

If those scratched words

Ever had any meaning!

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I am Vinayak and I go by the poetry name Rain Alchemist. Writing has been my passion from a long time and this blog is to contain the reservoir of my work. I am not a genre specific writer, I believe thoughts have endless forms and can be shaped into any genre. I am grateful that I can express my thoughts through my poems and writings. I love reading great work and would be delighted to meet like minded poets and writers. That's all for now, and yes, if you do visit my blog, do say hello, I would be delighted if you say hi. Thanks

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  3. One of your best, my good friend! Singularly focused on the old symbols of love you weave a lovely story of love won and lost. Each moment is a wonderful reflection of what we see as the impermanence of the world around us. The form is free and flowing. A quiet narrative of introspection delivered with a ton of emotion. Well written, V!

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