Nov 12, 2009

Infinite blessings

My contribution to 3WW

monsoon rain tapped my windows
I opened, a flurry of drizzly rain
on my dry face and frizzy hair
a fresh feel, it was

hankered for such a moment
I stepped out, leaving behind
the colorful blue umbrella
with a dejected look

the empty roads, no longer murkier
an errant walk in the rains
dancing and getting drenched,
my palms gathering droplets

infinite blessings from the sky!


Anonymous said...

lovely.. i could almost feel the droplets on the face!
very nice imagery here!

Thom Gabrukiewicz said...

Very nicely done. I, too, could feel the droplets.

gautami tripathy said...

It felt so real!

elbowing in, elbowing out

Tumblewords: said...

Fine imagery! Nicely done.

Anonymous said...

a beautiful description of a walk in the rain!!!... cannot help but to think of gene kelly dancing in the rain!!!.. that sorta light free feelin..

Sepiru Chris said...

Hello Anu(radha),

Hi, I am doing my 3WW visiting at the end of the week, just as the new words are about to drop out of the heavens...

But, really, Anu...

Have monsoon rains ever tapped at your windowpanes?

Hammered, pelted, beat, pummelled, thrown themselves at.... yes.

But tapped?

...You must be up North, missing the monsoons this year...

That was my concern with this poem.

I have experienced a number of monsoons in India, and never would I think of monsoon rains as being gentle, light, caresses of water that gently tap, tap, tap upon a window. They beat and try to force their wet, huge bodies upon me and everything else in their desire to cover the world with their hard-driven selves in their short, fierce lives.

So that is where we parted company.

But, if I think take out the monsoon and insert almost any other rain (leaving out typhoons, of course) then I am so with you for the poem...

But that is me.

And I love, for example, the blue umbrella, it pulls the image into me, and me into your poem.

As long as I am not trying to imagine a gentle, tender, soft, tepid monsoon. (Poor farmers, they suffer enough already, don't they, to not be forced into accepting gentle monsoons which cannot possibly provide them with sufficient moisture for their crops?)



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