poem

Rain of lovers

The symphony of rain was
ascending and descending
in the wind just like the moans of
a grieving woman maestro.


Love

Rain didn’t chill the lovers
It was not chilling nor wetting both
Rain was a garment to cover them
It was into the rain they rushed
to listen stories

How they shed their clothes
and brought their
lips together
listening to the whispering rain
is the same old imagery

He saw her through
the strands of the pouring rain
The steady rhythm
of the rain lifted them to the
heights of ecstasy

Rain also a revelation
of their native habitat


Astrology

The zodiac sign of the rain disappeared
in the dark depths of the night
Then it was the dawn
of a new era for the trees and shrubs
sprouting of young leaves in mango trees
the crowing of crows
Ramayana month for buffalos and cows

The splendor of peacocks
Singing season for frogs
Chanting time for crickets

Slokas

In the first stanza of the couplet
There was the grief of the estranged
Their pain and strain were gasping
in the strings of violin

There were imprints of romance
in the couplets
and melody of lyrics

There was sky-white Christian purity
in the verses
which were puffed with
strange, indiscernible
messages of clouds
There was the lingering of loss
during all the interludes




Preface

The words of the bygones are coming alive
in the indiscernible musings of the rain
Rain seemed to symbolize urbanism,
the blood soaked uprisings, scattered bodies and flesh
in streets of the urban past.

The words they never uttered;
their fading last breaths;
then the ultimate agony and ectasy
of leaving the body
Finally the epitaph of rain
“they are no more”.


Painting

The oil paintings in the skyline
were like the fossils of a prehistoric creature





The pale journey of rain
The raindrops hanging
on from electric posts
The glow of rain on green leaves
and the dirt

Rain filled
the bluish expanse
of the hills with the richness
of the skies above

Hidden in the shadows
were mystic truths

It is rain’s custom to
gift color to all that are static

Prayer

Rain is a new spirituality
It is praying sans vedas and mantras

Outside the temple walls,
under the vast whitish expanse
rain is reciting a variety of prayers
in multiple tongues;
reading out something from
the other world.,

the bhagavatha of sound;
the extra terrestrial divinity;
they just grow from whispers
into chants and hymns;

Not bothering to seek letters and prophets
the rain is acting on everything
probing the spiritual essence in all;
The pancharatna keertans of rain;

Again those clouds of the non religious,
non human and neither vegetarian nor
non vegetarian clouds of rain.

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photo mk harikumar

തൊടി

photo mk harikumar