Sunshine In The Scanty Rain

Sunshine In The Scanty Rain short poem

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Oh my Sunshine, are you looking for shade!
Or do you miss the light under the scanty rain?
Are you my yesterday’s reminiscence
or my today’s muse in disguise?

I, who fell in love with the monsoon
that took away my inhibitions,
traveled back to the beginning
where only my breath made sense.

When drenched in the rivulet of lust,
nature speaks louder than the rest.
It is only human to leave our fate
in the hands of the Stardust.

Far beyond the horizon you wait.
I saw angels dangle and send invite,
for you wish to be rescued
into the world of a soulful haven.

It is the serenity in you that extents the trail
of aphrodisiac in the air and transforms
every human into a lustful soul,
and I seek pleasure in your stare!

Oh my Sunshine, are you looking for shade!
Or do you miss the light under the scanty rain?
Are you my yesterday’s reminiscence
or my today’s muse in disguise?

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if you and I were walking on a beach, you may prefer being mesmerized by the horizon while I choose to inspect introspectively the foot trails I leave behind!
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