Poems on Rain or Monsoon by Biswajit

A relief

My school education

Snatched my childhood,

Media took away

Mind’s stability,

My lady-love took

The trust of love,

Workplace demanded

My long cherished skills,

Politics took away

The art of protest,

Money changed

My concept of value,

Finally, one day,

Rain came,

And took away

All the pain & sufferings I ever had.

 

Again it rains

Again it rains,

Again I feel so alone;

I believe,

One day you’ll come,

You’ll appear from the

Moistness of pregnant clouds,

Freeing the cage of  my

Emotional jewel box,

And I’ll welcome

Your random kiss of water drops –

Hot, sharp kisses from

Cold water drops,

Tasting my body at will,

Am I not tasting their freshness?

Ask rain for answer…

Song of Varsha

Let the song of your voice

Be the song of rain,

Varsha, I know,

How your heart feels for monsoon,

And how the monsoon feels for you,

Melt the robust heat of heart

With the soothing tunes of rain,

Let your sweet melody touch

The passion of rain,

Let the natural music accompany

Your God gifted voice,

And

Let my voice

Make love with yours,

Together we’ll sing all night long

When nature relaxes

And become our audience.

 

It is raining outside

It is raining outside

And in the room

We are lying on the bed

And scanning our bodies

Like reading an ancient poem,

Your resting head is on my chest,

And you are thinking about

Drops of water,

Falling on a dried pond,

Filling it up again,

I am lost in the

Drizzle of darkness,

Only lightning sparkles sometimes,

To make me see clearly,

It is raining outside.