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Who She Is In A Way?


It is a trick

more or less a gimmick

she is a friend to all

always there in a call

that was before long

now she  is away for long

does not respond at all

nor does  she answers a call

she has turned a mystery

her good nature has become a history

she dodges and drives through

never in place all through

I seek and search with fervour

could find her where so ever

I give up and sit back

she came today in a slack

she was with me for a few minutes

disappeared from my hold in a minute

hopped and jumped  to a  place little  away

showed up for a few minutes in a stay

then ran away for the day

could you recognise who she is in a way?

she is none other than rain

she has teased my brain rain falls

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Poetry soul

A Soul Into The Blue.


The passion for writing
is like a kite
above and up it flies
never does it shies
my enthusiasm rises
it multiplies in thrice
then mounts up in four folds
the thirst I could not hold
I write like a mad
pen poems of sad
poetise joy
talk with coy
know not my structure
nor my grammar
either the syntax
without an index
that is me through and through
a soul into the blue

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dog days. Poetry respite

A Respite from the Dog Days


The smell of the soil

drove me to my patio

could see the wonderful

the clouds turned black

the breeze became cool

the sky looked dark

it was a different day

cool and pleasant

stood there fo long

until rains came

drop by drop they fell

picked up momentum

rained mildly

then heavily

dogdays