Something......
The rain holds telling something,
Something just for me- a secret.
She is holding up still.....
Near my window, from evening;
In the wings of the blossom breeze.
Still she is here....
Holding something to tell me ,
Something just for me- a secret.
May be its love...
That she had for long,
Or that song she loves;
Or reminding the melody once lost.
Giving the deepest silence a meaning.
May be she came to love
Leaving her home for me;
Feeling none had seen from the sky;
Being the love of my life.
Still she is here....
Holding something to tell me ,
Something just for me- a secret.
May be she wanna live,
Live in this tempting land;
To melt in with me;
To bound me and sleep;
Or just to be mine;
and forget everything herself.
We will......
May be in our next life;
In whole peace nights;
Will met together as one;
Being the love of my life;
On the corridors we miss;
On all way we wanna tour;
Will met together as one;
Raining flowers all over
In our next life.
All images are from google.
I look at your post my friend, and I wonder what inspired you to write this poem... was it your creation, or was it a life event? Conversely... you've no source or citations for your photograph.
These are all things we strive to teach in @theterminal... please see my responses to your questions there...
Love and light...
Wes...
Usually i put "all images from google". Editing is not possible now as it shows 'Transaction broadcast error: A comment cannot accept a greater percent HBD.'. Waiting to update it.
And that poem is mine..... Who is not in love with the rain? In kerala, rain feels like a melody played all over the akathalam. In nalukettu houses, we will have the whole rain coming inside to a thalam.
And the breeze with that rain smell wanders all around the house. You will definitely fall in love with rain.
https://www.thehindu.com/real-estate/heritage-history-the-nalukettu-houses-of-kerala/article19239576.ece