Rain when will you rain?

Just as someone sends guided missiles to snuff out lives,
ever loving nature sends guided rains to all parts of the land
some as showers, thunderstorms, and then raining cats and dogs
Indian cities are waiting to see scenes and songs such as this below
the countdown to the great Indian monsoon having started
we don’t know how many tons of life giving water will bomb on us
hoping and wishing dear mother nature will provide a bounty
to help sustain life after the smiling sun has shined enough
waiting with anxious breath, rain when will you rain?

 

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Subjects of Nature

I inspired you with good old mathematics
so that you could count your many blessings
You went further and invented my hidden laws
and called it physics to psyche up your image.

You branded our chemistry and researched on it
I was happy seeing you make wonders with it all
to see my subjects create new ones with time
or so I thought, but I was  wrong all this time.

You spoilt the biology of our own good selves
my geography too, who harbored you all this while
and nurtured your educated whims and fancies
until one fine day, when we all, faded into history…

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Photo Credit: Rupali

My Poems

The Lost Series

The Lost Sparrow
The Lost Poet
The Lost Explorer
The Lost Dog
Lost Forever
Never lose a friend
Balance Lost

Nature

The Indian Summer
Indian Monsoon
Clouded Vision
When it rained
The waterhole
The Open Window
Marching Soldiers

Grief

Maid for you
Friends who blossomed
The Wait
The poor girl

Reflections

Unanswered
Making of a guru
The Inspiration
To know it was the day

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Sense with Eyes
The tea maker
The Eerie House
Sentries
The Messenger

The lonely Tree

I have been standing for years
lending ears to many persons
walking below their lively days
some, who sat beneath or came
to fulfill their needs, be it any.

The birds had built many a nest
I have seen fledglings groomed
who fly away not to be seen again
people to whom I gave cool shade
be it the hot sun or the cold rain.

The kids who pelted me with stones
at me to let go of the fruits on them
I did not mind for reason though
little they knew, they did disturb
nests secure, be it high or low.

Many a kid climbed me or made
swings I supported with my arms
I have seen good times and seasons
prospered in bounty, long years
all, to offer, be it flowers or fruits.

I have seen bad times, these days
my arms cut, citing obstruction
The pollution seeps to the ground
affects my health causing me pain
I weep, by shed leaves oozing gum.

I know time will come when one
sees me, an obstacle to their plans
I will be glad who ends my agony
now everyone shuns a sore me
my memories will die, be it so…