Walking in the rain.

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Walking in the rain

Sharing an umbrella,

A drop on my cheek

You flick away gently

and get drenched

by huge splash

of a passing wheel

Your earth smell

Envelopes me

As I rub my cheek

on your shoulder.

Your face a little flushed,

or maybe the effect of

my rose tinted glasses.

Walking on the promenade,

feeling the rain,

We have come this way before,

You and I,

Some other monsoon,

Some other time.

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Thanks to- walmink

http://www.flickr.com/photos/walmink/241918563/

Rendezvous [ a pantoum]

I watched him from the window,

Under the awning of the coffee shop

Across the street from my house,

Waiting for the rain to stop

Under the awning of the coffee shop

His eyes kept darting down the road

Waiting for the rain to stop

His hair all damp and tousled,

His eyes kept darting down the road

Looking at time again and again,

His hair all damp and tousled,

Face stormy as the skies overhead

Looking at time again and again,

Finally having made up his mind,

Face stormy as the skies overhead,

He left the coffee shop behind

Finally having made up his mind,

he stepped out in the pouring rain,

He left the coffee shop behind

And faded away down the lane

He stepped out in the pouring rain

Across the street from my house,

And faded away down the lane

As I watched him from my window.

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[About Pantoums read here-

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantoum]

Seduction

Soapy red hands

clean glasses for the wine

rivulets of sweat snake

Slowly down the spine

Damp tendrils plastered on

clammy forehead

Cooking in the kitchen

On a scorching summer day

Custard on the stove

Is waiting to be stirred

Cucumber slices are chilled

ready for the bread

Frosty Mango punch is

What the heart desires

Quiche in the oven

has almost caught fire

Time to get dressed,

Gosh! Is it almost six?

Pink chiffon saree

Ought to do the trick.

Or maybe that sexy

Peek-a-boo dress ?

Pearls studs or dangling

earrings will impress ?

A flick of a brush just

Before you arrive

And a walk thru the mist of

Chanel No five.

Wine is on the ice,

Candles flicker in the breeze.

Heady gardenia intoxicates,

and fairy lights in the trees

Set up by the pool

Is a table for two

Nothing to be done

Except for waiting for you.

Bad poets are people too!

Please excuse me if I ignore you for a while,
I am not being impolite,
But please indulge me, please understand,
I have a poem to write.

Poems don’t get written easily,
One has to go through an obstacle course
Of rhythm, rhyme, and simile.
And trying to fit the words in a meter by sheer brute force.

Ideas, imagery are alien to me,
One has to think so hard!
I get my inspiration from Rhymezone,
And the verses from a Hallmark card

Please excuse me for a while,
I am almost done with my pome.
If they don’t like it in Writer's Cafe,
Why, there is always ‘Poetry.com’!

For Grandma

I have now understood,

The meaning of the songs

she crooned to me.

The mumble jumble words,

the touch of her wrinkled hands

on my young cheeks.

The murmurs in the dark,

Filling me with reassurance,

I know their meanings now.

They were the memories

which she had inherited

from her mother,

along with her blood,

And she from hers.

I see her eyes in my mirror,

And her smile

Smiles back at me

Like a blessing.

A shared treasury

of memories, and shared blood

Passed on faithfully.

now my inheritance.

Who do I pass it on to?

With rocks, you never can tell.

With rocks, you never can tell.

Solid and unobtrusive,
a brooding, hulking presence,
over the horizon.

yet a cold rock may
Hide within itself,
a fire.
On eruption it consumes
All in it’s wake,
leaving behind
devastation and
burnt land.

With rocks, you never can tell.

Sometimes, an angel hides
inside a rock,
Waiting for
a sculptor's probing gaze
to release
his trapped soul.

With rocks, you never can tell.

Valentine's Day ? No Thanks!

I really don’t fancy you at all

I adore guys, hunky, rich and tall

But what can I do,

I am stuck with you,

You are ‘The bird in hand’ after all.

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An earthworm found

next to him a pretty face

He exclaimed,

“I am smitten, I must confess

Can I make you mine?

Will you be my valentine?”

She thundered- "IDIOT!

I am your other end!”

Memories.

Summer showers

Carry your fragrance.

I fill my lungs

With your memories.

I have erased you

from my mind

But bodies have

memories too.

Coffee, hot coffee !!!

[These are a few thoughts on my favorite brew ! So let's take a coffee break.]

1.

Coffee, hot coffee-
with poison fumes,
like a cobra uncoiling
lazily from my cup.

Coffee strong coffee-
not everyone's brew,
it takes a strong heart.

2.

Lukewarm coffee,
sugarless and bitter,
like love gone stale.....

Bile rises in my throat,
Stale smoke in the room
or is it this lukewarm coffee ?

How about getting me a tea?
anything is better
than a lukewarm coffee.

3.

Waiter, bring me a cup of strong coffee,
and don't hand me that menu card.
I do not crave the brazilian blend
Just get me my usual, good ol' 'Kaapee'.

Waiter, bring me a fresh cup of coffee,
No! Do not take away the old cup.
Let me live with the illusion for awhile,
That She was here, the one who didn't show up.