
Tonight once again, suddenly I realize myself.
In Coorg, middle of a huge coffee estate
I find a lonely essence – Mrs Parimala’s house.
The extension of her house and
She let us stay there.
Come, let’s measure the extension-
It was tailored so perfectly
As if she knew, we will arrive one night.
Tonight, no operation can search for the starts in the sky,
The clouds are so protective.
My dreams are spread out in vastness and lost, but
The cigarette smoke out of the window gets drenched
In the rain tonight.
The smoke brings along the rain into my room.
I want to marry the rain tonight.
And I want to feel every curve of the rain.
She smiles at me and I mix
Some of your drops in my wine.
Tonight in Mrs Parimala’s house
I understand myself once again.
5 comments:
wow Paras! better with every stroke...would love to have u in Mumbai, in Jolly's house and see ur creativity flow...come when its still raining...Keep writing, u facinate me...
You describe your heart so well, must be a wonderful place where you went for a visit.
Love your style of writing dear. Keep it up...
-Deepa
how can u think so deep??and let it flow so well..seriously..i have no words...
nice poem...u hv written it very well..next u take me to coorg or i will kill u..hee heee
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