Friday, September 19, 2014

Drop of Rain

The first drop of rain fell on my face,
Rolling, it made way down the face,
When it touches the edge of my mouth,
It tasted salty; I wonder, is rain salty or the tears,
Which got mixed with the drop of rain?

As thunder roar from the mighty sky,
I didn’t block my ears or shout as usual,
It didn’t even scare me today.
May be, I am tired of the noises in my mind
Which have been lately getting on my nerves?

For the first time in my life,
I wished lightning can last more than a few seconds,
And flash little longer,
To light the path I am unable to see
And clear the little noises in my head.


  1. Replies
    1. Thank you Chhetri! I only write know real me ;)

  2. Good one Cheki! Miss your poem like this :)

    1. Thank you so much for always encouraging to write more. Take care :D

  3. Beautiful post Cheki ma'am, your first stanza reminds me of Charlie Chaplin's words; "I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying." But I am sure you have different story to share. Hope doing great in life. Do Great. Take Care. :)

    1. I must admit that Charlie Chaplin's quote inspired me to write this at midnight plus sudden change of weather. It has very little to do with me though.. Thank you for dropping and take care.