Shall we walk then,

You and I,

Through the quiescent, torpid night?


Tarry, if for a while, by the rocks—

Recall once again

the strife of youth, its transience.




Rain gathers at the edge of the hills.

Shall we drown in it

Our apathy, our hebetude?


It  melts its way towards us.

Do you see a portent there?

Do you see how it carries on …


Its drops the memories of ages past …


Does it tell you something of oblivion,

Like so many bookmarks tucked into pages

Forgotten, once liked.



The rain



13 responses »

  1. Sucharita Dutta-Asane says:

    Hi friends. i am overwhelmed by your response. thank you very much.

  2. Indrani Talukdar says:

    Such evocative and strong imagery. Only one thig: what is ‘hebetude’ ?

  3. vimala ramu says:

    A beautiful poem.

  4. vimala madon says:

    Lovely, evocative poetry!

  5. Shernaz says:

    The beauty of your composition overwhelms!

  6. Beyniaz says:

    Great poem, loved it!

  7. Dear Suchi, a lovely composition. Can actually imagine it all while reading….

  8. Sneha says:

    Loved the Simile in the second last verse. Poetry with chains and chains of never ending feelings…that’s how it is…a whirlpool of emotions!

  9. This poem, reminds me of Emily Dickinson. Nice.

  10. Sonal Shree says:

    Every word laden with nostalgia that leaves a quiet and gentle impression on the soul.
    I loved the flow of each line carrying its significance and meaning into the next. Lovely rain symbolism.

    Happy Birthday. 🙂

  11. Geetashree Chatterjee says:

    What wonderful, poignant, nostalgic, wistful lines. Made an impact which is there to stay for aeons…………

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