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In My Beloved’s Arms

Ravi Shankar Rajan is a software program director who writes on varied subjects from history, archaeology to leadership and poetry.

In the Beloved’s Arms

In the Beloved’s Arms

A couple of poems inspired by Brenda Arledge's week 13 prompt "raindrops".


In My Beloved’s Arms

My skin is so soft
freshly glowing from raindrops.
Mona Lisa smiles
from behind the satin curtain
as I wait for my lover.

Two bodies intertwined
whispering nothings of love,
as a lone raindrop
struggles to find its way
amidst a tangle of legs.

Her tongue walks the talk
as thousand raindrops spatter
heavily, up against
the surface of my naked skin,
oozing miniature rivers.

Stirred by moonlight
a lone cuckoo whistles at us,
eyeing our bodies
glistening like raindrops
after the consummation.

Love between two poets
has ink betwixt their souls
as poetic words,
mimic assaulting raindrops
flooding everything all around.

Monsoon Memories

Monsoon Memories

Monsoon Memories

I still remember
those ladened clouds rushing by,
and the first raindrops
drenching a hibiscus flower
with breezy winds blowing our hair.

I dragged you in the rain.
We walked, we sang, we danced.
You tripped on something,
tumbling into my arms,
the rains continued to tease.

We gazed at the clouds.
sitting beside the laughing waves,
making sand castles
huddled in each other’s arms,
weaving dreams for our future.

The monsoon played with us
the salt from the sea brushed our lips.
I saw your happy face
smiling at your desire,
to stop the eternal time.

The monsoons left soon
only memories remain
along with a flower,
a crumbling hibiscus flower
lying within a faded book.

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