Thunderstorm

A storm I think, it is coming through–
thunderheads in a blind momentum
overthrow the stillness, the cars skid
and blare, the men skitter, clouds roar
Long deep shadow covered life and love
lightening flares down to earth
kissing the hopeless
man to oblivion.

I wake to see the world go wild.
Someone throws a song–my heart
resonates with a tune.
Strum the lyre, strum it.

Don’t look behind,
Don’t you see the lips quivering for
a beginning ,
I’ve never seen earth so dark, the sea so deep
and the folks so eager for a new life. It is
raining now, raining on the sprouts washing away
filth and misery. The day is passing now from
darkness to darkness

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Aloke

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I am interested in literature, music and philosophy. Actually i am bent on keeping myself updated on all sorts subjects so that I can put my fingers on the pulsating life.I like to talk with like-minded . life is too short and too long. I am now a writer-completed and working on several literary works and a fiction.
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Preeti
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An apt poem for the oncoming rainy season! Refreshing:)

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