Wednesday, July 18, 2012

the rain and a flooded lake...

The lake under the sky overcast
Got the touch
Of water drops...
As they fell onto her vast
And into little watery stars
They just burst...

 On her the drops fell the same
Sitting as she was by the lake...my dame...
I watched how the drops
Followed different routes
To reach her camouflaged roots...
Of dreams woven in solitude...
Of limitless ways of her own rendering
Her recent past with imagined glorious things...

The lake under the overwhelmed sky
Danced in joy by the touch of rain
And the lady, my dame...
Broke out into a peculiar strain
As if she had forgotten me...
As if she got lost in a sense of satiety...

Then slowly the rain got dense
The lake and the trees got blurred through the contact lens
Only the big heavy cool drops could be felt...
And walls of solid resolves got gradually melt...
Songs of her got mingled with thunder
The lake took shape of a turbulent wonder...
Then felt the twinkle in her eyes
And by the lightning surely recognized
How the water continuously on rise
Had reached the level of utmost surprise...

Soon the walls gave in
Million tons of concrete caved in...
And the gallant watery course
Gushed out in fullest force...

A horrible flood took all of us
Me, she, the lake...all- from the ages of dust
That had over these fruitless years
On our city left grayest graffiti laden layers...




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