रात जी भर के रोना, सुबह खिलखिलाना
ये आसमानों ने मुझसे क्या-क्या सीख लिया

- सुप्रिया मिश्रा

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After long days of silence,
It's the falling raindrops in my balcony,
That came as a melodious visitor,
Ending my melancholy

It's like the very nature,
That confined us inside,
Is missing us too even if little,
And wants to make up with this tide.

I let it drench me in love,
With its tiny cold drops,
Touching my dry skin,
But reaching my core.

The voids have been filled,
By these heavy rains,
This is the closest we have been,
In a long time of pain.

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ऋतु नहीं यह वर्षा कि
फ़िर यह मेघ गर्जे क्यूँ,
आँखों से अश्रु बहे ज़रा से
बादलो से बिजली कड़के क्यूँ ..??

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मेघ गर्जे, बिजली कड़की
बर्से बादल धमा - धम​,
खुश्बु चली, फ़िझा मेहकी
बारीश हुई छमा - छम ..!!

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Rain rain everywhere
Come again any where,
Little roads gets clogged here & there
Traffic gets slower everywhere,
Boats are made from paper tear
Childhood memories come live everywhere ..!!

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// Come in with the rain //

In the city I left behind
The rains came in like
Showers of glitter
chipping from
The plastered walls of
The house of rich gods.
Those rains taught
About indulgence and
The beauty of being
Lost in translation.

But the city which
has taken me in,
When it rains here,
Oh! How it rains!
The raindrops
aren't just water,
But lessons of self-love
pelted on my body
Straight from the
grey heavens above.

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क्याँ यह कर रहा कोई साज़िश है
अरे नहीं -
यह तो आकस्मिक हो रही बारिश है ..!!

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You are like my city rain.
No matter which season it is,
You are always there in some
or the other part of it..

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//Bangalore

I admire the weather,
As a wing of feather;
So swinging is she,
Just the way like me;
Everywhere I look around,
There is no perfect ground
But I enjoy the solemnity
Amidst the trafficed city.

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•READ CAPTION•

“Just thinking about Bangalore rain is like
the start of a pleasant poem
And living here is like
being part of raw poetry”

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