A girl in the rain
Rain O' Rain
Through all her eyes and in my pain,
I still see the mist of joy in simmering clouds,
All through your body and in your vein,
You're really the girl from the rain -
if not i be happy,
why would i love,
in all your memories and my lonely sunburn roof,
all that pleasures is your rain and a little,
perhaps too little of a goof -
i know, i still feel its a mistake,
to drench in your rain,
but isn't this a medley of pleasure,
being with you,
the girl from the rain -
little bits and a lot of bytes,
a binary or a saturn,
maybe a storm lusting in nights,
i can still feel the rain,
all in my dreams,
in mayheaven or crimson creams -
poem is not for the dead,
neither for the live,
all that matters,
is who tears in the streets of life,
then again it rains and i think of you,
through my lost mobiles and the streets of Tagore’s,
the caffe where i waited in bewildered heaven,
for you to come from the rain -
then i hear the screams,
not from others but its you in my dreams,
the time to rejoice for last,
or the time to soak in pain,
you really adored while coming from rain -
thus in the middle for all that’s lost,
i see, i cry, i did smiled a lot,
not for that rain,
but for you who thunders the most -
was there in the night,
when the storm took place,
then i saw you coming,
as if really the girl from the rain -
maybe you wrote the equations,
with a lot of numbers either the symbols,
i didn’t even know,
that your poetry did smiled at me,
when you rains all from thee -
at the end its the july,
or might be september,
its not the warmth rather too dusty,
from emotions and those smiley’s,
that i now barely imagine all in the streets,
when you'll rain -
war in the ceremony,
time to get shot,
what else could barely matters,
pouring the tea in the nasty battlefield,
from your melancholic pot,
then the clouds murmured,
the leaves shattered,
the fog and all those bloods that drain,
waiting for you to see coming from the rain -
feels in the skies,
chocked in my dines,
i can't get through the way,
nature still smiles in bursts of my lost gains,
to see you coming from that rain -
won't you get a little tired,
maybe more,
to rain in days and nights,
in joys, in sorrows, in smiles, in poems,
or perhaps in your mathematics that you left being unsolved,
the day you first rains -
all in all,
nature is now so in joy,
far from the rustles in her whistles,
to keep the birds away,
before it rains -
she too is tired from your sporadic ways,
but believe me,
you solace the world,
might not be those lofty birds in freedom flying free from pains,
when they saw you again going for a deterrent rain -
there's a way in every mistakes,
just as a pattern in every disorders,
its still the sweet n' sour,
or the hell in a flower,
when the devil even melts,
from the thrust of your rains -
ah! you do rains even if gone,
in the hell may not be the heaven,
i can't even feel when you go,
solacing this burning earth in rain -
i left my mathematics and a lot of physics,
stopped all my research,
running all the way to the roof,
to see the salvation falls from clouds,
its really dark in a deadly glow,
a black maybe drowning all my desires in my vains,
still i find the courage to stand up when you rains -
a tea or a smoke,
the night owl over the lonely hills,
can you hear what’s he say?
when i was in the blankets,
too cold to walk or too warm to speak,
in my sleeps,
between the moonlight nights and midsummer days,
when i see you coming from the rains -
how much more can i say,
when i still see you in all my lost and gains,
you really are the girl coming from the rains!
About this poem
its not about her that i missed, but its about finding her again in the mist.
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Submitted on May 17, 2022
Modified on April 18, 2023
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