My Thoughts and Views Frankly Expressed
In the cloud of my rain
was nectar attenuated
it was laden with tar
that had stiffened in the heat
Stirring vigorously was the spoon
and a cluttering sound it made
and the rain fell drop by drop
quenching the river
When it was sunny
the honey was granule
the nectar stale
and the river polluted like hell.
Some of these thoughts may make sense. But don't count on it.
Questionable Fiction
अक़्स-ए-ख़ुशबू हूँ, बिखरने से न रोके कोई.. और बिखर जाऊँ तो, मुझ को न समेटे कोई.......!
Searching for the city that was and that ought to be..
...Through Metaphors and Epithets
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My Thoughts and Views Frankly Expressed
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Eternal chatter of a jobless mind...
Personal Concerns 
🙂 hello… warm regards…
Excellent! Welcome back after a long time!!
Thanks!
Wonderful images.
Glad you liked 🙂
Great click! 🙂
Have a nice day!
You mean the picture? Thats not mine! But thanks for the visit and the comment.
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great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!good to see u after a long time
Thanks Sampu…Great to see your comment too!
The nectar nature of raindrops made as toxic as effluents…what can be more sad? We have a lot to answer for,isn’t it?
True that. That thought makes me ponder all the more.
Good to see you back again!
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No new sketches Allen?? Why??
Oh….I had been wondering where you are.
So glad you have returned!
Is the rain around you really like tar?
Perhaps that is why you have not written for so long……
Sticky fingers ? ;).
Hi Mary!! I was very much around…Just cudnt post for a while. And yes..sticky fingers….I need to think about that. I would say for the moment…a sticky mind that does not allow for clear thinking for a bit!
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Reminds of Dcotor Zhivago! Those are surrealistic images hinting at deep internal turmoil. What’s up?
May be you are right about that Uma. I don’t really know!
Thanks.
The image & title stir up my memories from college days … it reminded me one of the best pictured romantic song of classic era “pyar hua ikraar hua” from Shree420
In the song romance blooms under the gloom.
Your poem takes a gloomy turn, is there a hint there? 🙂
Wow…what a song to be reminded of. The post then I will consider having served its purpose to the best!
Gloomy turn…well….ahem ahem….I dont know about that..:P
nice poem and picture
Great post with a powerful message.
it created an interesting picture in mind! will have to read it again and mull over it!
Let me know what you come up with…would be interesting to hear!!
urban rain? that gives more dirt than purity? it reminded me of those months I walked through the yucky water of Kolkata roads to reach office and return from there, and then finding that the drain water has entered my home! oh boy!
waiting!!!!
hahaah…i can imagine. thats an interesting interpretation though. the post was more of a reflection on the rains that cloud in the mind and in an opportune moment of catharsis pour as meaningless, useless ramblings that can hardly be made any sense of. At times it is just so exciting to have an idea. Sit down to write it down and it vanishes in thin air leaving some flak that discourages from thinking further!
clouds of my brain often pour down in the same manner too! thanks for the patient understanding and explanation!
Beautiful …
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