QUOTES ON #PETRICHOR

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21 JUL 2020 AT 1:56

When the sky express love,
Via a proposal of downpour.
Earth happily reciprocate and accept,
Spreading romantic fragrance of petrichor.
Painting its landscape with greens,
Signifying most adored affectionate offer.

La! Savor such serenely glamour,
Nature's fondness mutuality is splendour.

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30 MAY 2021 AT 17:18

Petrichor — A Poem

I walked out in the open to breathe in the petrichor.
I lost my sense of smell when baarish became घनघोर.

Was it corona? I wondered, as I shivered to the core.
I waited for the rain to end soon, but got pretty bored.

My glasses became foggy & I got completely poured.
Throwing shitty poetry aside, I ran towards the door.

My house was ransacked. There must have been a चोर.
Who stole my imagination while I smelled the petrichor.

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30 MAY 2021 AT 18:50

Q. How will you describe petrichor without using the word petrichor?

A. I won't describe it. I won't use it. It is a redundant idea, the smell of earth after rain, overused by so many writers with and without the word petrichor.

If I have a story where it rains, I would just describe the rain and then, maybe call the earth pregnant. Pregnant with what? Possibilities, hope, acceptance, depending on the character & their state of mind. I'd personify the earth after rain. If I have to wake a character up with the smell of earth after rain, I'd say: it felt like the wet earth walked into his room & tapped on his shoulders.

I would not take a shortcut in the name of a technical word invented by scientists, not writers, when I have a writer's imagination at my disposal.

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12 JUL 2017 AT 1:26

Following a drought,
I showered words again.
Citing them as petrichor
he adored the rain.


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18 MAR 2018 AT 10:27

A nefarious vagabond ;

When I walk past the college street
It fills me with a sense of Vellichor.

Just like the high Sky loves to meet
mother Earth for pleasant Petrichor.

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5 JUN 2020 AT 18:19

Sometimes, into the evening-stream,
The sunset-léas, wash its brushes,
Forlorn birds, smear the rays,
On falling feathers, down on grasses...

Nomadic fragrance, petal's wavering,
Sprouting seeds, life is blooming,
Wonderlusts in earthly depth,
Flourish through time, her leafy vortex...

Glaring at the faint cacophony,
She sighs over through slategrey ocean,
Chilliad tries, thousand laments,
Proud deceiver, still pretends ...

Ever you stepped into lavish symphony?
Where fusing lithe, she sings irony...
You're a child of her, her age-old sinner,
Nearer than time, though apart forever...

Bleeding asthete, echoing past,
Eterns the flare of moving pleasure,
You're born out of luxuries, woven in nature,
With sunken blessings, her archaic lover...

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13 JUN 2018 AT 12:30

I am barren land.

I have witnessed petrichor,
I have witnessed downpour too!

I have fostered the enticing flower,
I have fostered the wildflower too!

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29 OCT 2017 AT 9:44

She is like a barren land,
Gaunt and bleak.
Waiting for the dark
Clouds is on peak.
Deprived from color and
Affection, such a strain.
One day,
he comes like a rain.
Dancing on her terrain,
The petrichor smell
Fades her pain.
She turns in to a meadow.
A blissful blossom tree;
Wow! Now she glee,
Rain is sunshine
in her valley!!

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26 SEP 2019 AT 21:36

Whenever her drops fall
upon the mesmeric
lines of my poetry,
it smells like petrichor.

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22 JUN 2017 AT 1:13

Rain - A Poem

Soft pitter-patter of raindrops,
As if tiny feet thumping on rooftop,
Invites me drumming on window pane.
Petrichor tugs my senses,
And pulls me in drizzle
For kiddish dances.
Wakes up the child in me,
The infant rain!
(Caption)

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