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Thursday 23 June 2011

The Taste of Rain

Sleep eludes me
on nights as these -
Restless,
in a moon lit heat

And a longing for rain
that runs so deep -
My monsoon memories
taste bitter sweet.

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14 comments:

  1. Anonymous23 June 2011 at 03:45

    Greetings From Southern California

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    Have a Nice Day :-)

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  2. Cloudia23 June 2011 at 03:57

    how sweet and evocative-




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  3. Sherry Blue Sky23 June 2011 at 05:45

    Oh so beautiful, wistful and full of longing, Shaista.......monsoon memories...........I love your writing!

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  4. Unknown23 June 2011 at 15:51

    We are reeling from heat, feeling just the same, in Tucson!

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  5. ds23 June 2011 at 16:02

    Beautiful. "monsoon longing." I can't ease the longing, but I could share some of our present rain with you, even though it is not the same.

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  6. Toyin O.23 June 2011 at 21:30

    Lovely poem, thanks for sharing.

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  7. *24 June 2011 at 01:41

    My preference for short poems is a strong one, one that was happily rewarded today, Shaista, with your words.

    PS: I miss the rain, too.

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  8. Unknown24 June 2011 at 04:01

    Love this. We're dying for rain here and your words are just so delicate and full of longing.

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  9. Ruth24 June 2011 at 11:14

    Beautiful longing, but the nights can be long. Wishing you rain, and more sweet than bitter.

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  10. Anonymous24 June 2011 at 12:17

    I used to dislike the rain because it made me feel stinted and this melancholy was all over me. I still think so but now I enjoy the inspiration, the sense of freedom. Makes me wanna travel too. Greece isn't rainy in summer. Loved the poem. Made me miss walking in the rain.

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  11. Shaista25 June 2011 at 00:22

    Summer - that is exactly what I miss... in Bombay, friends go for rain walks and then go for coffee :)
    I miss so much about the Indian rains... especially the powerful scents of the earth, and even the man made scents of petrol mixed among other unromantic things!

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  12. Renee26 June 2011 at 06:09

    You have beautifully descriptive words in your writing. I have been here once before and admire your gift and for living with Lupus. I finally convinced my daughter who also has Lupus,to set up a site but she is a busy young woman so we will see. I have told her what wonderful things you post here. Will vist again.

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  13. Jeanne-ming Brantingham28 June 2011 at 01:37

    It is the end of June here in Washington and raining, but for once it is a warm rain.

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  14. Aayushi Mehta30 June 2011 at 14:08

    This is so beautiful.

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