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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Shades Of Rain~~~Angst

There is something magnetically attractive between a heavy drizzle and a longing heart...they almost tend to coincide magically...some call it destiny while others call it nature's way of compassion. It will possibly be never ascertained whether the despair inside a throbbing fist sized organ has any remote connection with the encompassing sky giving vent to it's share of load but forever unto eternity the tale of a despairing heart will never be complete without a major mention of the skies tears.



As the rain drops kiss the face and rummage the hair, the self involuntarily goes in a reverie.....while the soothing drops are the harbinger of reliving moments long forgotten, of emotions long buried and of words unspoken.....the ferocity of the same brings back the harshness of life to the fore. A passage of time is relived, a person who was more than self is remembered and a bond which seemed destined is thought of.



The puddles on the road act as a mirror...you can see your whole life in those liquid crystals, they show you those times and the mistakes which you made, but more than anything it shows you that face which was once your mirror and which will always be your life. It reminds you of what could have been, tells you in no uncertain terms what is now and gives you an insight of what it should actually be like. The puddle...it acts as the reflection of your heart, telling you your dreams and your fears.

When the wet hands feel clammy, you start to miss those palms which would once hold your hands, when you fell your wet face you can make out the moist tears which you shed, when the chill sets in you remember the warmth of her embrace and there is not one single thing you can do about it all.



As the water seeps into your very soul the heart weeps out louder than ever, crying out for it's beloved and calling it's soul...the only one who can ever complete him. It sings a song, one of despair and gloom, of angst and remorse, of love and life...and hopes that the wind may carry his voice to her, the rain may carry his tears and time could once again be turned back.


Tera naam maine liya hai yahan
Mujhe yaad tune kiya hai wahan
Bade zor ki aaj barsaat hai
Nahin saamne yeh alag baat hai
Mere paas hai tu, mere paas hai
Mere saath hai, mere saath hai




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19 eulogies: on "Shades Of Rain~~~Angst"

Americanising Desi said...

It rained for about five minutes, and then just stopped. That’s the worst kind of rain; it gets your hopes up, and minutes later it’s over. :)

you know where I went with it dont you

comfortably numb said...

@Seher
yep...dose r the worst kinds, dey get ur hopes up and then bang...the bubble bursts:(

Whats in a name.......... said...

OH NUMB!this was soo beautiful.... love teh way uve drawn this parallel!!
and i love teh smell of earth wet with rain drops!!its just so beautiful aint it?

Rane (The Orchid with All Shades Pink) said...

i am totally numb right now..Saim you created a whole world out there with this post.. keep writing oye..

Manju said...

this post was so beautifully written! i love how you made this parallel!

rain drops don't rummage my hair, they wreck it and make it all frizzy >_< lol
but i like puddles. actually i like jumping in puddles and making the water splash on to my friends ;P i'm evil that way haha

and eggjams?! awww that is so cute!
thanks for the good wishes :)

following you
xx

Diya said...

sniff sniff... bohot emmmo hogaya na dude? Tu kabbi kabbi emmo kyun ho jata hai? Mereko bula lena tab, sab solve kar dungi ;) Cutttie pie, mat hona, ok? :P ;) :D
Nevertheless, The 1st para was simply fantastic and the rest touched some chords :) Simply u and ur stuff! :P
But I wont be commenting on the emotions, cz thatis the most worst thing 2 do! Stay soaked in them and relish them, maybe u`ll miss them later if u don't nw :)

Arun Kumar said...

saim... exxxxcellent write man... the analogues were brilliant...
the third n fourth paras were my favorite ones..
n the narrative in the opening para is mastery..
Loved reading it mate...

comfortably numb said...

@Wian
me loves tht smell too, takes u closer to the natural essence of life!!!
Glad u liked it

comfortably numb said...

@Manju
welcum to my space:)
jumping in puddles...fav passtym once n no it's not evil, it's being naughty:D
Thanks for following!!!

comfortably numb said...

@Diya
emotions se to life hai yaar...but dis is fiction n has nothing to do with me being emmo:D
glad it touched chords!!!

Keshi said...

I love the rains only when Im indoors tho :)

Nice post...got me longing to hv some warm coffee n watch the rain outside...

Keshi.

Arun Kumar said...

I dunno man... I liked it very much... dunno why... may be because i like metaphors a lot n they r used perfectly here...

:-D

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