Precious and Rare | Shashi’s Verse Home › Poems › Precious and Rare Precious and Rare Walking alone in the hills, I watched the sky herd clouds toward some distant thirsty place. The hills tried to hide, their emerald crowns. Inside the moving clouds Though in vain Rains had turned to a trickle, and as … Read more
Stoic in the Rain – Poem by Shashikant Dudhgaonkar Stoic in the Rain By Shashikant Dudhgaonkar On a recent ride outside town, I came across a wild peacock, drenched and still in the rain. This rare moment stirred something quiet and contemplative in me. I have captured it on video and tried to do that … Read more
Unsold Rain was on its last breath, night alive People walked fast taking care To avoid puddles mixing with garbage Vegetable vendors had dumped outside For strays animals to eat Potbellied hawkers sold their food From grubby carts, lined up the street They didn’t shout nor advertise Yet clients came in a steady stream Who … Read more
Rainbow It doesn’t rain like it used to During the rainy season The fragrance of the wet mud After the first rains Is lost nowadays It doesn’t stay clouded Even for a couple of days Neither does it rain heavily Like before There are no streams running In front of my door For me to … Read more
Crossing Paths After deluge comes the light In a trickle at the start It’s glows bright To gently melt, in moments few Into the waiting night An evening sublime Floats for a while Moist with your thoughts Drenched in your smile That ignites, deep inside A delicious and soothing warmth Reluctantly I turn, to reach … Read more
Soaking Wet On a cloudy day When not much was seen Rains, stuttered and fell On nascent streams Spawning ripples transient and brief Emerald drops, forming on leaves Slipped and rolled Vanishing from view Standing in the balcony, sipping tea Watched strings of pearls Falling from eaves Exploding drops On the back Of a frog … Read more
Meditative Trance When it rains Everything stays still To feel the drops And running streams In a meditative trance Every one is lost Not a thing moves Not even stirs Just rain drops trickling Down from leaves ©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
These lines have to be understood from the context of the harsh and long Indian summer, where the temperature can reach 41 centigrade during day times. One just keeps waiting for some pre-monsoon showers to cool things down a bit Summer Dreams It’s a windy evening On a hot summer day Dead leaves are floating … Read more
Sky Meets Earth Sky ambles down hill slopes Prancing over open rocks Gushing through glassy torrents Sky races forth to meet the earth Tiny streams and rivulets Ponds and slush make a fest Joining hands in the fun Dead springs too rise in zest Elation high unexplained A tinge of romance faintly felt Strings and … Read more
oblivious a walk in a jostling evening crowd sky just decided to pour it down in clamour wild to hide from clouds there was one who stood out standing still hands stretched out feeling every falling drop flattened hair chin raised high running streams on the face and the look in those open unseeing eyes … Read more