A Poem On A Monsoon Afternoon
On this monsoon afternoon
As I lie in an uneasy stupor
An inexplicable power of magic
Insulates me.
Many images float
On the thin veil of my eye
That renders the routine humdrum,
Hazy and fading
The world now is
The monsoon-sea
The Moonlight
And you.
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Monsoon at peak! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Monsoon at peak
I hear a monologue-
Rain speaks…
Monsoon at peak,
Thatched roofs
Leak…
Monsoon at peak,
Corn on cob
Wins over coffee…
Monsoon at peak,
Can I go out, mother?
A child pleads…
Monsoon at peak,
A boy steals a look
At a girl soaked to skin…
Monsoon at peak,
Roads flooded,
Where is MCD?
Monsoon at peak,
Umbrellas
New fashion accessory…
Monsoon at peak,
Sun gets much needed
Rest…
Monsoon at peak,
Bathes
Foliage and trees.
Monsoon at peak
Schools closed
Children squeal,
Wish, it rains
Everyday of the week…
Monsoon at peak,
Leave your shoes at the door-
Mother screams…
Monsoon at peak,
Driver stops
To wipe the wind shield…
Monsoon at peak,
Open pavements
Home to many,
Wear deserted look …
Monsoon at peak,
Wet laundry-
Sun rise, please.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A Poem On A Lonely Monsoon Night
Each dropp of rain
Oozing joy unbound
Contains within itself
The seed, the sapling
Followed by flowers
Whispering petals
Gushing waters
Paper boats
And damp clothes
Time for monsoon fun
If you wake up with drizzle
On your face
Cool breeze tickling
Through the pores
Verging on summer's finale
And smiling monsoon
July is a strange month
Of expectation
And disappointment alike
Longing spreads as a bed spread
On lonely monsoon nights
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Monsoon
Father sun isn't rude anymore
For he is in his transition chore more
Aippasi is all set at Libra's door
Farther monsoon is nearer to pour
Heigh ho sing, 'clouds are scudding forth'
Sultry souls are out to graze
In the field of showery grace
Aippasi embarks on with revenent mirth
Sunbaked earth is in quenching race
Monsoon is merry with magnified girth
Interim events illumine monsoon
Celebrated celestials marry soon
Sin-hewn demons defeated to maroon
Ravana, Narakasura slain to a festive boon
Heigh ho sing merrily 'merry merry Deepavali'
May the ignorant heart doesn't croon
But let the lit up soul tune
Monsoon thence on cloud nine rapturously
Monsoon is heaven of bliss-immune
Say so, a harp of pattering music lifely
Monsoon is dexterously good
Yet sometimes opens its monstrous hood
Thamiraparani expels Kurukkuthurai Lord
Even so spears Tharaka, Padmasura the Lord
Heigh ho sing, 'vel vel vetrivel vetrivel'
Marries happily Valli the victorious Lord
Enlights the house of earth monsoon savvied
Abashed monsoon assures to shrivel
Leaving its imprint in wintry cold
Say so 'may His fulgency our pride too quell
poem by Indira Renganathan
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When Poet's Weep
with the monsoon
came the rains
which flooded
waiting landscape
with infinite words
swift rivers of life flow
from excalibur poet's pens
water thirsty souls
with seasons monsoon
comes regeneration rains
poets take up parchment pens
weep oceans of written tears
let compassion flood hearts
battle hard inspire lost souls
with life awaited monsoon
came soul cycle of rains
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Monsoon Dawn
your alluring siren
‘Monsoon Musings '
Indira Babbellapati
transform transplant
receptive poetic heart
into true romantic reign
moments of soul quickened
heart felt fused appreciation
breathing birthright storm stir
rain-soaked wind-blowen
veil-form lightning-fuses
light-hearted far-longing
dagger flash recognition
through third eye open
awareness netting monsoon
soft siren beautiful sensual poem
from the heart mind hand
of a beautiful image versed soul
poem by Terence George Craddock
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As the Monsoon Recedes
Besides the heady fragrance
Of the wet earth,
Freashly bathed green trees,
(Evoking images of a damsel
stroking her wet tresses)
Garden weeds,
And the sound of the rain
Music to my ears, after
Scorching summer,
Dust storms and hot winds.
I loved the
Croaking of the frogs.
After dusk fall
Twinkling fireflies.
The call of the Cicadas,
Although a bit
Eerie at night.
I would exclaim
Monsoon brings
Wild life
Full of sounds
And pleasing sights,
Though the family
didn't share my delight
Now, as the
Monsoon recedes
I realise, those sounds
Had long since died,
Couldn’t survive and adapt
To polluted environment.
Victims of
thoughtless human activity.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Peacock-feather Sea
scorching sun above
undulating waves below
in between the vacant me
as my eyes extended
their vision on this
monsoon afternoon
the sea turned
into one sprawling
peacock feather...
22aug2009
15.10hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Monsoon
Another rain
Another unstoppable train
Does anybody could see the drain?
Being alone makes me an easy lonely
Without reason
I feel the coming of monsoon
It will be too much gray cloud
It will be too much water
Before my heart breaking drown
Another vain
Another cold friend
Does anybody could care for the grain?
Being alone makes me a little colder
Without season
I feel the coming of monsoon
It will be too much flash of lightning
It will be too much crying
Before my heart breaking frozen
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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That Afternoon
i was there again
standing by the side of the old
glass windows
hazy because of the dust
it is hazy, hazy
the sea is linen white
the coconut trees as tall as they are very old
planted perhaps before the war
before the Japanese came
and ravished the spirits of our innocent people
i was there again
standing on a moment
always seeing
that rusty van parked
without its front wheel
nobody from there is asking
what is happening
it is hazy, as hazy as dusts
on that old glass window
then a black bird flies through
it breaking the thin old glass
into shattered pieces
the afternoon ended
on that sudden noise
i am telling you
i am not shocked because
i am not new to this
how can i be? i am as old and as
tall as that coconut tree
i am from this place
and i know each grain of sand
on the shore
of that white linen sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pain
It pounced upon him in an instant
Much like a monsoon's pelting rain
He'd never felt anything as intense
From a cruel demon known as pain
(For Gene)
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poem by Ray Lucero
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As the Monsoon Retreats
Besides the smell
Of the earth,
Lush green trees,
Garden weeds,
And the sound of the rain
Music to my ears, after
Dust storms and hot winds.
I loved the
Croaking of the frogs.
After dusk fall
Twinkling fireflies.
The call of the Cicadas,
Although a bit
Eerie at night.
I would exclaim
Monsoon brings
Wild life
Full of sounds
And delightful sights
Now, as the
Monsoon recedes
I realise, those sounds
Had long since died,
Couldn’t survive and adapt
To polluted environment.
It’s a pity,
Nature has become
A victim
Of human activity.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Monsoon Rains
The Monsoon rains have set at last,
A bit delayed than in the past!
The state is water-logged a lot;
The water-table, up somewhat!
No doubt, the rains are welcome but
Many have lost their lives and hut;
The torrent was sudden and big,
And left most people with no wig!
Many now suffer by the rains;
The water is from sky and drains;
It takes a month to settle down;
This is the scene in every town!
Yet, who does clean the cities’ dumps?
’Tis Nature cleaning dirt, clogs, sumps!
For, no one does this job so well,
Like rain from God that pours like hell!
Nevertheless, it does just good,
Though farmers lose their fields and food!
And roads and bridges get damaged,
They are the bad ones and the aged!
Thank God for Monsoon rains that came,
And give Him praises and not blame!
The world needs water that is fresh;
If not, no one can drink, refresh!
Oh, let the rains come in big way!
And let it rain by night and day!
Let’s face the strife those, come what may!
The Sun will shine when we make hay!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-11-11
poem by John Celes
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At The Nariman Point
like two birds perched
on a damp branch
we sat there
by the mid-day sea
after days of endless
downpour that confined
us to indoors
the sky's still overcast
hand in hand
we sat and heard
nothing but the
roar of the sea that
absorbed the endless
nightmares left
unspoken for days...
that afternoon
by the heavy monsoon sea
i once again
felt re-claimed
06oct2009
22.00hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I and Poetry
Want to be with you;
The desire suffers all day long
Amidst my routine work.
Meetings, reports, presentations
Keep you away from me like a distant dream.
You come and waive your hands at me
And I let you go.
Like the way,
You came to embrace me today;
When I heard the sound of first dropp of monsoon rain
On my window glass pane.
With the strike of Northwester,
When a sudden darkness dropped its curtain
In the meeting room
And a speech stopped with complete silence,
I could not respond.
Not that I could open the door for you.
I let you leave quietly.
I wait patiently till then,
When the tide of work mellows down
With its submission to the silent standstill world.
When the Moon might be in the sky
Or it is a Moonless starry night
And the earth goes off to sleep.
Shackle free, I stand before you
Pull you in close to my heart.
Your wordy body with touch of my lips
Becomes bright, more meaningful
Shines in the ocean of silence.
Oh poetry, my love
Look at me
Tearing the clothing of all day long;
Bare, a true self of mine awaits
To be with you,
To move into you,
To float with you in ecstasy...
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Sometimes The Veil So Thin
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I can sense your eyes
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I can feel your smile
We are anointed and appointed
For this time and place
To share our love and your grace
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I can hear what you say
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I don’t think I can wait another day
We are anointed and appointed
For this time and place
To share our love and your grace
Sometimes the veil so thin
I can feel the truth for miles
Sometimes the veil so thin
There can be no denial
We are anointed and appointed
For this time and place
To share our love and your grace
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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The boy
The boy went for swim
In the river in monsoon
And drowned in whirlpool
poem by Asif Andalib
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Morning Thought
the heart that
insulates itself
against getting hurt...
insulates itself
against loving,
and being loved.
only by wading deep
into the pool of suffering
and pain...
are we set free
to dance the dance
of communion...
there is a healing
in giving without thought
of getting back...
and the freedom
to live.... redemption
in a touch!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Return Of Monsoon (Terzanelle)
The Terzanelle is:
a poem in 19 lines made up of 5 tercets and ends with a quatrain.
metered, iambic pentameter.
rhymed A1BA2 bCB cDC dED eFE fA1FA2 or fFA1A2
The terzanelle body is comprised of tercets
that each refrain the second line of the preceding tercet
for its third line. The first line of each of these tercets
is rhymed with its refrained line.
The first and third lines of the opening tercet are refrained
as the second and fourth lines of the closing quatrain.
Return Of Monsoon (Terzanelle)
Atlast she is back here to me so close
This change of season to rains, the monsoon
Manured my heart doeth bloom from heaven's dose
How nice she heals all those hot throes so soon
And bids bye bye to summer! .. I wonder..
This change of season to rains the monsoon
How fine she calms and cools all to splendor
Thence in merry bounds of spirit joins life
And bids bye bye to summer I wonder
How well she drives drought to no more of strife
Vales and woods and hills and plains all flourish
Thence in merry bounds of spirit joins life
How great pools and brooks and rivers nourish
While flora-fauna grow bonnie a lot
Vales and woods and hills and plains flourish
Such a divine spit she is from God's heart
Atlast she is back here to me so close
While flora-fauna grow bonnie a lot
Manured my heart doeth bloom from heaven's dose
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Flowers of Monsoon
In this city of concrete
Flowers of monsoon
Bloom even besides street!
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Periwinkles
The periwinkles
Bloom in flower tub, dances
In the monsoon wind!
poem by Asif Andalib
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