Sudden rush of a concluding evening…
Birds getting drenched without any discrimination of pouring rain.
I am here by the street, you are here by me,
we are holding hands…may be we are holding more than that.
For last half an hour we haven’t spoken a single word…just holding hands and looking at this homecoming people and this closing city.
It’s tough to merge into the emotions of a familiar place when you have only found your shelter in people.
And we both know we are going away from one…
Perhaps we have always thought it wrong,
distance never grows in silence…it grows in scattered words.
Now it’s time to part our directions, I can sense that on your falling fingers,
I need to look at you one more time…
A Pacific between us now, moist breeze making a strand of your long hair getting over your eyes,
I am here in this moment…in this one captured shot from infinite living…
You know we both will always be here…it’s us… nothing belongs to us more than this monsoon farewell.
Let’s just finish it like this…no more unspeakable words…
Complete silence and a promise to remain indomitable lovers.
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I always enjoy reading your creative,passionate, emotional thoughts.
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Heaven will be a deserted sphere if deep love does not exist. The rain will close your eyes but there will be another opportunity to be by your side. Your poem is too good. In Venezuela there are no monsoons. Only heavy rain.
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