STILL LIFE: Catching some rain drops...

This monsoon season, I happen to travel to Pune and Mumbai on work and collected some rain drops on the way... here it is....

Breeze mopping the slate clean Clouds pregnant with raindrops Sky still remains hung up and grey...

The Pune River, undulating in the fields looked so lovely, early in
the morning, from the window seat that I managed to get...

Even my site, where we are doing interior design, looked fresh... 

As usual, my favorite food joint, Malaka Spices, was decked up in colors
of rains... 

And as usual, I could get an devotee fromOSHO ashram to discuss, things
spiritual along with the current weather... :-)

Worli seaface, welcomed with its rain decked skyline...

And the spider web of the suspension bridge was fresh in
the monsoon shower..

Well rain or sunshine, traffic as usual ...

 

But there is always time enough to catch some falling drops...
along with my niece, on the Worli seaface in Mumbai

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Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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WHISPERS: Rain, Rain... Rain again

Some of my Haiku from past... 

Sculpture at Famous Sun Temple in India
Konark

In the eternity of love
Time is
my sole contemporary
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Heights of my happiness
Has its roots
In my deepest pain
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Climbed the peaks
Down, with my path
Now it’s time to fall
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Every peak
Has its valley of pain
Fall in love
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This one post is about passionate nights of love... the desires that grow within one’s purity of love, cast by the chaos of mind... sometimes one is not able to control what one wants to do and what one desires in its deepest passionate thoughts...

Rain, rain... rain again
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Rain, Rain..
Rain, again
Brings out the desires
Of wet drops
Slithering down the spine
Touching crevices
Of passion

Easing out the worst
From the dusty shell
Digging out darkness
Of a tarnished soul

Touch me with drops
Of your love
In mouth full of salivating lust
A touch that desires
The shortest distance
Between my soul to yours
Lips to lips
While tongue of sinful pleasures
Gropes in the dark senses
Blindness of souls

Rain Rain
Wash the need
And cleanse my soul
With desireless
Wetness
Between entwined legs
Between writhing souls
Gasping for breath
In the chaos
That is mind, my soul

I plunge
- Into your heights
That is my depth
-To intense lightness
Of your being
That is tumultuous darkness
Of my oceans
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Shashi@2006
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

Submitted to Poetry Potluck WK 48 that I am hosting at Jingle Poetry community... please have a look at the great talent that have gathered there.
Click here to add one of your own verses...

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