Poems by Rainy Sarmistha
DUSK TO DAWN IN THE DOWNPOURING OF LOVE
A rainy day today
overcast my muse to ink more
Then my ink writes on the clouded sky
and my story converts into a dark night
The dusk breaks the dawn.
Then started love affairs
I scream with ecstasy
You flow within me as a tempting proximity
The waves of the sea leave
the signature on the heart of golden sand
Similarly, he leaves the sumptuous feeling in me
Between you and me there is only we
and the glorious night downpours
the thought of us to live the dusk till
the breaking of dawn.
Still, it is raining whole night
drenching our proximity
o love hold me tight.
CAMELLIA I KNOW YOU
Thinking back to the beach
I stopped to recall the whole memory.
Admiring his graceful moments
Old and new, all of them lost in their own worlds
The waves cascading towards the shore of imagination
Again and again, the thought turned my gaze to the horizon.
Shrugging off the thought,
I walk forward.
But he suddenly appeared
And conveyed his APOLOGY.
I could have predicted he was going to do that.
I smile at the CAMELLIA, that’s what I embrace in my deep conversation.
As a single leaf turns not yellow
Because for the whole silent knowledge of the plant.
The truth is I deny the past to enter again into my present.
APOLOGY is a word which consists of logic
And I simply live a life without a want or a grief.
CAMELLIA, it’s you who brings the shore of belief to me.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy.
And living in the now is the best way to live without any APOLOGY.
It’s raining, pouring, the rains of love
add the blissful aura to the ambience
of his soul.
A darkened atmosphere, an overcast sky
greets my love at his arrival on the earth!
The soft white sands of pearl open out
into a crystal clear water.
The amazing clarity of teardrops teaches
us to be transparent as ever.
Be clear, be pure, be passionately natural.
The story of rain cannot be completed
without the man of the thunderstorm.
Yes, my love!
The signature of our love
slowly approaches the
dark ink of dusk on the clouded sky
and creates a dark night with his
paintbrush, whispering in my ear.
The down pouring of his ageless love
starts all over again and I shiver
with his forbidden kiss and teardrops
rolling on my cheek and his lips taste it all
drop by drop. Therefore I merged with him
as soil soaked the water. It’s raining again and
the nib of my pen is broken here.
©® Rainy Sarmistha 2016