waiting to have a glimpse of her.
Rain came
arousing a new desire.
Falling of first drop on face,
longing for the first kiss.
Aroma of the first fall,
her hairs brushing my face.
The thunder stroke
pounding my tender heart.
Wind jostling by-
sensation of her being in my arms.
Had a ecstatic feeling
to define my never ending love.
3 comments:
The poem starts slow, but picks up rather well. I liked the central body of the poem. The ending could have been better though. I found it very abrupt. The opening lines could have been more powerful too. But, the central part has really vivid imagery.
All in all- writing sonnets is a very tough task and you have made a good attempt. You have shown mastery in taking the poem to it's denouement and that indeed deserves kudos
nice......atleast i felt ur inner desire.....but was great..!
wah sirjee..... kya passion!
maza aa gaya padh ke....pyaar vyaar toh nahe ho gaya na boss ;)
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