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In Cold Rain

I wonder when it rains,
Does she feel suicidal
Is it an accident
Or Is it murder
 
No, I know what it is,
There is a Serial Killer
Hidden Deep in the clouds
Dropping them down
 
In Cold Rain

5 Comments:

  suhanisoniya

30 June 2008 at 08:30

wow..what a way to look at rains..really good..it rained yesterday at my place...n i was thinking about ur lines :)

  varunshridhar

3 July 2008 at 17:58

poems???how come??? :)

@soniya: V guys live in a desert city where there's hardly any rainfall..I wonder how he wrote these lines...
seriously dude!!...people in Bombay may actually appreciate ur lines better than anyone else ...they know the pain ...
now it looks like u do too!!

  Gayatri

6 July 2008 at 20:41

thats ONE way of looking at it.

i think, rains are the aftermath of a booze party up in the skies. finally, the whole crowd, decides to use the loo and voila, it rains pee on us.

am i grose or am i GROSE? =P

  The Pseudonym

6 July 2008 at 23:20

@soniya thanks sometimes I have to write these things. I feel that when the water drops from above it feels a lot of pain.

@varun hey bro yeah i know I get all cranky sometimes. really cranky...

@Gayatri hmmm well, i am glad that you did not say people are puking from the skies. Now ain't that really the grosest thought. I have had groser thoughts about the rain but I have kept them away from this space... cheers!!!

  jithu

7 September 2011 at 16:54

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