It was raining
When I missed to see the rain
Now it just rains
I dont think she misses me anymore
The rain seems to have moved on
Leaving me
With just you all
And I remember dying to live.
I dont think she misses me anymore
Published
Thoughts of the pressed madman/pressed by burden of self truth/ atlast he howls prior death/ his howl mated with a nightingle's coo/ and a poetry is born
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Little Literature post re-blogged. Thanks kc for the reblog button 🙂 You are my #900 follower for my own blog. Thanks.
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Wow congrats. And if I may say so, uou are a great inspirer.
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I love writing poetry, its great fun and to me at least no-rules. I like haiku but my personal favorites are free-form poems.
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Could you drop me a link. I would love to go through them.
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Here’s one of my favorite (that I wrote) called May in Bombay https://mumbletymuse.com/2015/11/17/may-in-bombay/ from three years ago. You could also search “Haiku” for example
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Its beautiful. I read it. The problem with the view that opens in my phone is that it only gives the post sequencially. No other interface options of any blog i can see.
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thank you for the compliment. I don’t use my phone for viewing. I know that the interface is very limited on a phone, so browsing an extensive web site would be difficult. Actually there is more access with a tablet (even my little Fire) but still not the total of a full site on a PC.
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Yes. I will surely visit your site on pc.
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great! keep in touch…:-)
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blogging since 2011, there is a lot of poetry and photos and other stuff in the general category called This and That; In the right hand sidebar there is a lot more information. In fact you are the newest VCB (Very Cool Blogger)
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Ha ha thank you. I shall try to open it from my desktop.
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lovely! welcome
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The rain will be back.
She will soon miss you,
all the more.
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Ha ha. Thank you. But I fear what if I dont see her again. In character is sometimes destiny.
Thanks a lot again.
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I like your site’s introductory line, especially this part- his howl mated with a nightingale’s coo/ and a poetry is born
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Thanks a Lot. I just wanted it to be purely a poetry blog. I opened it one day travelling via a taxi cab. The name and the opening name are what came spontaneously. I never thought anybody would even see it.
Glad you liked it. It really made me happy.
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It’s beautiful. You have some really great pieces of writing in your blog.
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Thank you.
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nice poetry 🙂
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Thanks. Glad you liked it.
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a curious, enigmatic piece but nailed by the haunting refrain: ‘I don’t think she misses me anymore’, a title which drew me to the poem in the first place
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Thanks a Lot. Its a title which drew me to write it too.
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