Recently two days back there was a gentle rain in Bangalore and I was travelling at that time. In the fresh scent of earth, it brought back the memories of the rain in Mumbai in 2007 and the poem I wrote then! Here is that poem:
Drenched...
A billion drops of a dream in each,
Countless thunders of roaring desires,
Infinite energy of gushing streams,
Titillating music of splashing water drops,
Drenched I was in all the above.
In the genesis of invigorating scent of earth,
of melliferous feel of nature's spa,
of swinging in a spell of scenic beauty,
of getting lost in a flood of eternal serenity,
Drenched, I was...
Chilling winds that can even soften a martinet,
Lightening that mocks a photoshoot by rain God,
A melange of elements so pure and spontaneous...
I was drenched in all the above...
Streamed live from heaven's height,
The show did take a temporary break,
But the extravaganza still continues to haunt.
Yes, got drenched, got inspired!!!
Drenched...
A billion drops of a dream in each,
Countless thunders of roaring desires,
Infinite energy of gushing streams,
Titillating music of splashing water drops,
Drenched I was in all the above.
In the genesis of invigorating scent of earth,
of melliferous feel of nature's spa,
of swinging in a spell of scenic beauty,
of getting lost in a flood of eternal serenity,
Drenched, I was...
Chilling winds that can even soften a martinet,
Lightening that mocks a photoshoot by rain God,
A melange of elements so pure and spontaneous...
I was drenched in all the above...
Streamed live from heaven's height,
The show did take a temporary break,
But the extravaganza still continues to haunt.
Yes, got drenched, got inspired!!!
Anil Reddy
