Thursday, November 12, 2009

Mine and Yours, Lovingly ...

It rains again, do you hear?

Do you feel the drops break on your pale face?

Do you still take joy? Do you smile?

Do you remember?

I taste the rain again

To wonder if it tastes too different from mine

It’s just as bland though, and tasteless

Like my twinge that is no fun anymore

Hopelessly hopeful makes me fetch my cup for more

Two spoonfuls of sugar and I promise I’ll smile like a kid

I think of you too, you know that

I’m not selfish you know

My love’s almost a favour

To you and to me.

I’m not selfish, you know

Do you still smile? Do you still think of me?

Do you still long for us to be under the same rain?

I do.

I do because the rain is your heart

Which when I kiss shatters into a hundred pieces

The rain is you.

It rains again, do you hear?

It rains again, I love you.





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All things bright and Biprorshee

1 comment:

priyanka said...

Indeed a beautiful poem. Again it has been proved that a Plath's follower can write it too.The is not only about a rain drop, rather about HOPE,,only hope,, en eternal longing for a sense of completeness, a feeling full of meliorism.