It's not the lightning that fascinate,
its the way it lightens up that fascinates more!

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These dark clouds are not scary .
This thundering is not horrible.
This is just a blow of wind.
Hey dark clouds,
Conversation of my heart with my mind is more horrible than you.
My own untold words which I hide in my heart is more darker than you.
Life gives such blows daily.

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I feel like the rumbling of these thundering clouds are nothing but a poetry trying to woo the raindrops into downpour.

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The way it thunders
Seems like up there
There are some blunders,
Clouds are fighting
With lightning as their sword,
God is unhappy
Chilly wind carries such message.

This all looks so scary
In this time
Mumma consoles me like fairy
For fights always terrifies me
And this one,
This kills the inner me.

And then suddenly comes few drops
And few more drops from the sky,
Now fight is over
And anger of God bids the last goodbye.

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Cocktail of Burning desire
&
thundering expression is name of #bhagyashreedash

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"Where were you when it was thundering?"
"I was lightning", I said proudly.

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Yeh Baarish ke saath Garazna..
Dil ki woh zakhm hara kar jaati hai,
Jo kabhi hum tumhare ishq mein
Dil kholke Bheega karte the..!!

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Thundering sky
thrills and makes a scenery.
Integrity and compassion
gives double dhamaka of
scenic beauty of lifestyle.

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The lost one

He stayed there for someone to rescue him
He stayed there for someone to watch him
From the drenching pain
From the thundering rain
He smiled at everyone for them to see
The happiness he never sought but to make them belief
The pursuit he never achieved but to show how happiness can be...

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18th August, 18th Monsoon,
Heavy downpour, Dramatic thundering,
Looking at the drizzling outside glass windows,
Lost in the recesses of past of the last two years,
A loud thunder booms! Snapped out from trance.
Out of the two mentioned years,
I met you in one for nth time.....
I forgot you in another for the first time.
We're so fated, I thought once,
We were born at a difference of nine days,
Or at a difference of 354 days to be precise.
Both are children of monsoon, a romantic and a realist.
I don't know if I'd meet you again,
Remember you all my life or forget you completely.....
I do know, my poetries have always had,
Will forever have a sacred place for you.......

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