Sitting at the porch contemplating
Tiny droplets brush my skin before falling down
The thunderstorm grows louder with every minute
Lamenting and expressing its emotions with a frown
The engulfing darkness and the pitter patter noise
Is a reflection of my own life
The gloomy surroundings and lonely streets
Providing a picture of my heart’s eternal strife
The forlorn town I live in
Knows no joy but suffering
No amount of love can now
Tug at my heartstrings
Hitting loud on my windowpane
The rains seem to say a story of their own
A final smile dawns on my lips before i am finally gone
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Categories: Poetry Love
The imagery was absolutely amazing! But don’t lose hope, for it often mystically appears in our darkest hour. The divine rain often pours from the darkest of clouds. Thanks for sharing such intense emotions, according to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them. 😊
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Thank u so much Sidharth for ur kind words. I love rains its just that i write better about suffering, melancholy and related emotions.. and i would love to read your writings. Would share my views on the same. thanks again
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I’m a dark dreamer myself, sad symphonies come naturally to me. I look forward to hearing your thoughts about them. 😊 Thank you for respecting my request. 😁
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