Rain,
In hollow roads, whistling away
A slow tune
Water drips down window panes
Alone
I know what it is
A word, like a raindrop
Washing off colours
And the painting flows colours
Rain
Undoing smoke, untying knots
Farewell friend
In your loneliness
I find comfort
Repeat
Your mistakes, mine too
And we grin foolishly
Awkward, embarrassed
We walk out
Rain
Its still there, in a corner
Like a face glimpsed in time
Like a dream
On the threshold of waking
La Giaconda just smiled
I’ll see you around.
- Bibek Bhattacharya
Saturday, July 29, 2006
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8 comments:
sigh! anyway....
aha. I knows who yous be
I had forgotten the texture of rain,I knew from previous phases in life...
this poem brought it back.
:)
why no more posts??? this is boring!
That's nice Lonely Feet. Thank you
lucky you lonely feet... why can't we read a new post..... what the hell...
Hang on hang on, let the dust settle
what dust? huh...? oh man... this is soooo... boring!
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