The surroundings after one hour of raining
In an evening
I headed to the door,
And unlocked the key,
I just stepped,
Outside the door,
That was a separate world,
I thought twice,
‘Is this the surrounding,
That was,
Before an hour?’,
Really, the poor lad,
Inside my soul,
Had been astonished,
For seeing the fascination,
The roads,
As far as my eye could see,
Were like the paths,
That led to the heaven,
The whole sky was,
An orange terrace farmland,
It was the gloomy dome,
In this miraculous heaven,
The breeze you made,
Blocked my thoughts for a moment,
The raindrops were,
Still kissing the roads,
The rainbow was,
Still missing the warmth,
*************************************************
Oh! Dear rain,
You are such a dexterous,
You just fell for an hour,
But then see,
You had painted this nature,
From your artistic hands,
In a way,
The breathless people,
Could deeply breathe,
And the blind people,
Could soothe their eyes,
By spreading this hue,
On their eyes,
The dumb people,
Could say out loud,
‘You are amazing,
My dear surroundings’,
******************************************************
Of course rain,
You did it dearly,
Really, the poor lad,
Inside my soul,
Had been astonished,
I am counting,
Till you are coming another day.
About the Creator
Esala Gunathilake
I am an enthusiastic writer who feel the sense of humanity. Thus, I can write stanzas, short stories, novels, articles and blogs as well. I am a blog contributor for the Ananda College Engineer's Ink student chapter website.
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Stay in my arms, keep me warm, take me away to an island of cottage houses that live in heaven. If I could reside in a rose, sleep on a candle, eat grapes from the moon and have a bubble bath as my bed then joy would wake my soul every morning from the mountain. Gazing into the ethera from flesh to alternate realities; my soulmate is seen picking flowers, singing with the greenery, flipping pages lost in a book, barefoot soaking in a riverbed. While my wild hearted kids spur in a child’s world dispersed in the wilderness of Mother Earth’s fortress. An immeasurable treasure filled of pain and pleasure such is the adventure of life. An experience that unfolds you to your core, shedding layers to your purpose and the one course to take is… suffering. A blessing or curse? Advantage or disadvantage? Suppose you could say it differs between individuals. For he who has been wounded and healed learns to stitch others. And it’s when death ground swallows you that you’re made to dig into the trenches of your neglected parts. It is then when meaning is uncovered and you fall into the universe but realise it was just the doorstep of your soul. Preordained by the structurelessness of time’s myth every piece will fill when it’s destined in the open passage universal order. The heart’s deepest desires will blossom when the season is right.
By Haytham Trueheart7 days ago in Poets
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Love nature poem. Nicely done.
Ah, nature. Lovely writing.
Brother, this is perfect as you always do. "The breathless people, Could deeply breathe," This is what exactly it is.You have taken carefully the nicest words to describe the heavenly feeling. Love it! It. Indeed rain, totally refreshes us.
This is well-crafted piece. The emotions in this is rich and genuine. Lovely work.