The thundering storm and the monsoon is raging in kerala on 22 june 2007.Remebering my village in Kerala, today I tried writing poetry.
There will be no silence.
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Early morning it heavily rains,
but not violent, followed by a slight drizzle.
Then the thundering tumbling lightning cuts across the sky,
and the dark sky pours down again!
The furious flow of the muddy river and misery of the violent trees
is caught in the wild wind as it blows.
Dark and damp like a forbidden intimate union
between the earthy slush and the raging flood.
There will be no silence
until every drop that falls from the sky goes back to the ocean.
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Watching the monsoon.
On the dark long verandah with wooden pillars
the flickering oil-lamp dims in the wind,
Shadows slither on the walls, scared by the sudden thunder,
rain drops on the roof like heart beats, starting the storm,
the thunderers drums roar in the distance,
the swirling winds sweeps past staggering coconutpalms.
The smell of sand in the courtyard is then
suddenly drowned in the continuous rain.
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