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that rainy evening


Slow rainy evening

caramelized by your scents

senses overpowered,

by sugar rushes.




Outside,

clouds soak in unoffered feelings...



Songs, sing

colors, flow

invisible beings,

come to life.


I cannot call this an illusion anymore

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Priya Shankar said…
Proma! I really like this poem. I hope you keep writing more of them. I could just imagine the rain and the rain clouds while reading this... the way the water sprinkles itself onto leaves is beautiful too.
January 5, 2011 at 2:44 PM
Proma said…
Thank you so much Priya :)
January 13, 2011 at 6:38 AM
Vivek Sharma said…
Excellent use of caramalized... another self-assured, strong poem.
January 16, 2011 at 10:47 AM
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