Chant of the Rain

A collaboration by Golam Wahedur Rahman and Bindu Babu. 

It started off with me commenting about the rain in Hyd, India and Golam wanting that rain in Bangladesh as well. Looking at Golam's dialogue, I wondered if we could collaborate on a poem. I asked him to begin first and he came out with this beautiful poem titled ‘He:’. It was quiet challenging to come up another to match his and I ended up with various versions. Finally I decided on this one, titled, 'She:'. 

He:

When the humid wind turned soothing cold
and the sweltering sun buried below
the dark grey clouds,

my wait to greet the rain - I could feel, 

would be over soon.
As Gods played Diwali in the sky,

Thunders, blue and white

appeared to my eyes.
I thought I could hear your song

and your sigh!

Yesterday you said, it was raining there,
and when I asked you for some,

You replied, 'But that I cannot share'!

Deep down I knew,

your love was too sublime
to deny me anything from your heart.
So when the raindrops smelled like you
I wasn't surprised at all, I was,

rather soaking wet

from the rain

and glowing from your love.

She:

I stand in the balcony

watching the downpour, watching for you.

As the rain dances down my skin

I wonder if you hide behind

these dark clouds,

playing with my tresses

while I shiver under your

lingering gaze.

My thoughts are like

paper boats sailing here and there...

and the wet chant takes me

to a buried moment.

Of incense and crushed rose petals.

Of candle light and soft kisses.

Of slow strokes and silken sighs.

Of thunder and faraway lightning.

I am drenched in those memories

and time grows heavy with longing.

I wonder if the caress of the breeze

carries my unspoken song!

For the wind blew strong

and the raindrops smelled like you,

I knew I had found my sanctuary!

I found you!

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