17/03/2010

When I come home


When the sky turns pink and orange,
The river swells its angry bosom.
The wind dances to its own mad tune,
Whirling leaves and dust merrily like dancers.
The trees nodding their heads to the invisible tune.
The cool wind lifts my hair, lifts my very soul.
Dousing out the fire within--a kiss of peace.
When the rains lash the outskirts of the city,
Rippling waves on grass and water alike.
As the wind rips and the water washes.
Tears flow free finally and I come home.

7 comments:

Ritayan said...

aah homecoming as the rain welcomes the warrior...

Koo said...

Lovely poem! I could actually imagine everything! And the whole dusk, wind, rain and waves effect can be felt. So well written! ^^

-Koo
kuueen.blogspot.com

Parv Kaushik said...

very beautiful imagery!! lovely...!!

"THE BARD WHO DOESNT HAVE TO TRY TOO HARD" said...

d last line-"Tears flow free finally and I come home" just moved me!!!!

sawan said...

that’s a beautiful expression. About the pic, did u rework on it? its got something to it which captivates me!

Anonymous said...

waiting 4 ur next one

A Poetess said...

@ritz: quite correct.
@koo-thanks girl.
@parv-thanks
@sawan-thanks, i dint rework the pic..i searched it on the net and it caught my eye!! :)
@anonymous: well, the next one is out already