Rainy Days

a poem by Suhas Chavan

Its raining!
Heavy,
Vulgar Wetness
dripping
slowly,
like
Lifeblood
oozing gently
along a
pulsating
cut wrist.
Dripping!
Drip,
Drip,
Drip!
A lone bird
shivering:
Blasphemously
cursing it’s
World-
a leaden,
tormenting
Sky!
If only it
could soar
beyond the wet?
Dripping,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip!
But…
A lonely poet
watching,
His heart
misunderstood,
Never understood!
Dripping,
Drip
Drip,
Drip!
But…
A Lover
pining
in the dawn Breeze;
Hurt his
Shadow
like the
gangrenous
Orange-green
of a
windswept
dying Life.
Only to be
resurrected
in Pain,
at each moment!
Dripping,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip!
But…