Droplets of blessings sanctify from the heavens beyond - caressing your spirit and soul,
Countenance turns heaven-wards - as rain-drops reincarnate the tranquility that time stole.
Fancy they stay guiltless - cajoling my spirit, levitating my soul as I drench in the rain.
Extend my hands like wings as heavenly plummets crash in to my palms – cleaning destiny’s stain!
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Tat was Gud !! understood almost cent % of it... thanks to GRE english... tat i went thru !! :-)
gud, mera revision bhi ho jata hai :)
i wonder what would you have said had it been the Mumbai rains!!
Cleansing Destiny's stain ??? Dude .. tune itne paap kiye hai ... 2 hrs of rain is not going to cleanse that !!!
:-p
I think jasma is spot on with the analysis of your poem. :)
destiny's stain?!!!!!!!! they have not yet blotted you out dude. :)
Ok ok my mood has run afoul
the rains are making me howl
your poem praising "heavenly showers"
does not echo my 'stop! you rains" fervour.
I hope the next week is some better. Am sick of cavorting in taxis as buses are running even later and sicker of being stuck in traffic jams.
Hey Eash(Mr....**SSSSSSSS***)..... great one again !
I felt those drops of rain on my face,
I felt those drops of rain in my heart,
I hope it will wash away the dust from my feathers as well,
n Help me to catch the destiny I chase !!
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