Raining here and there

09 Jun

He has arrived

To paint the town red.

And when he  comes

The lanes get all slimy.

Yet, the mistresses are relieved

All done and said

To wallow in his love

Though his ways are now kinky.


He is a philanderer,agreed

Never sticks to one bed

Where shifting passions move

He’ll follow intently.


Seated onhis steed

Dark as nightly dread

He rides the skies above

Galloping thunderingly.


Then he slackens speed

And begins to trot instead

There, where the meadow moves

With slow serenity.


She is for him decreed

This lass by the mountains bred

Her charms, a treaure trove

Spread out enticingly.


He stops, but not with greed

He’s dizzy in his head

The hopes of a rendezvous

Swaying his fantasy.


Her senses now alive

To her destiny, she is led

Shyly she disrobes

And surrenders blissfully.


The knowing heavens don’t strive

To hold back the beast that fled

A seven hued smile proves

Their silent complicity.


Posted by on June 9, 2012 in Poetry


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9 responses to “Raining here and there

  1. souldipper

    June 17, 2012 at 8:26

    This foreigner thinks monsoon and shivers. You think monsoon and a glorious poem forms. The power and passion of nature.


    June 12, 2012 at 8:26

    Beautiful poem Nadira.. such a lovely choice of words that bring to mind even lovelier images! Superb poem indeed! 🙂

    • dreamingthruthetwilight

      June 13, 2012 at 8:26

      Hi.How have you been. I haven’t come your way too for a while now. Rightaway…and thanks for the visit:-)

  3. Jolly

    June 12, 2012 at 8:26

    Too good Eka, loved the pull and push and the climax 🙂

    • dreamingthruthetwilight

      June 13, 2012 at 8:26

      Thanks Jolly:-) Love it when you comment.I take that as a certificate, when the appreciation comes from you.:-)

  4. P C Jain

    June 9, 2012 at 8:26

    HI Nadira
    enjoyed the beautiful poem so well composed
    P C Jain

    • dreamingthruthetwilight

      June 13, 2012 at 8:26

      Thank you Jain Saab. the rains always affect me, which is why I escape from the heat of the North to be here at this time.

  5. Sue Dreamwalker

    June 9, 2012 at 8:26

    A seductive dance of the heavens Might, as he lashes down relentlessly, only to be Soothed by the hands of parched earth.. Devoured by rivers and yet as he calms his passion, his touch then can be so gentle as it caresses the skin in the morning mists as the Sun rises once more after the storm…. To Bring about a freshness that has washed away all hurt.

    A beautiful Poem Nadira, Wonderfully told.. 🙂 ~Sue


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