In the beginning,
Puddles of joy,
Paper boats and splashed laughter,
Joyous drenchings, Mama’s scoldings,
Wet classrooms with the wet-sock-stink,
And along muddy ways, the great
Umbrella chase, in spirits
Undampened by the gale.
Later, silver dreams by a window sill,
With a steaming cup of coffee,
Watching the silver tassels
Tumbling from a dark saree
Draped across a swarthy sky;
And pitter-patter lullabies-
Or whispered sweet nothings???
Rainy smiles on rainy nights....
And now... soulful strains
Of a melancholy mood,
A rhythmic recital
Of ineffable loss,
Plaintive notes arising
From sunny days of yore;
Tears streaming down the window pane-
My own or the weeping sky’s???
3 comments:
wow !! beautiful lines, surely weeping ky's
well done jinju. the last two lines.. :) hats off for them :)
Thanx dear gramps n shravee :)
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