On The Creation Of the Poem RAIN

Ashish  Nandwani and I met at the Literary Ruminations Literary festival. A shy young man from Chandigarh, he had come along with his friend to see kerala and participate in the fest. We hardly had any conversation except for the formal introduction. I was there only one day. In the evening when my husband and my daughter came to take me away I left half heartedly. It was the first time I was attending a literary festival. Seeing so many poets and other creative artists close at hand and interacting with them was truly awe inspiring.

The moment I left the scene my mind was back on my brother who had just recovered miraculously from a serious illness. I was going to visit him and spend a day with Amma. So in the family atmosphere, the Literary festival was totally forgotten,  Returning home I picked up my routine and while I was  checking my mail, I found one from Ashish, What touched me to the quick was his comment  that he had noticed in my eyes the wish to remain there even as I was taking leave of them. Suddenly the whole scene rushed back. I realized how torn I had been then. I wanted to stay back and enjoy the fest on one hand on the other hand I had had to vist my brother which was the main reason why I had come to Trivandrum. The young man had spied the dilemma in my eyes which I had not shared with any one. Thus we became friends. 
I visited his blog where he defines himself as a keen observer. And how true it is ! Ashish, right from the beginning wanted to write a poem with me. Thats how we wrote the poem Rain. Its a chat poem.I have posted it here  just as we wrote it. Below that I have added the edited version as Ashish had  posted it in the Facebook.


Ashish Nandwani: The ambience and it's sensation

Deluging down like heaven         

Still too much lies low,

Should I run for cover?

Or

Let it wipe all away?

Ashish Nandwani: this is what i wrote

lathasakhya: Or savour it? Time waits for none

lathasakhya: The diligent reaper  relentlessly marches .

lathasakhya: And me hesitant

lathasakhya: ok ash continue.Whats the topic?

Ashish Nandwani: topic can be anything

Ashish Nandwani: but i was thinking of rain

Ashish Nandwani: lets see what name can we give

Ashish Nandwani: And me hesitant

Uncertain of myself,

Reluctant in revealing

Should I make an effort ?

An effort to tact the tear-ed eyes of mine,

An effort to quench the thirst of my lips

Ashish Nandwani: are u there?

lathasakhya: S I am composing

Ashish Nandwani: hmm

Ashish Nandwani: i saw that picture of yours

Ashish Nandwani: and left a comment

lathasakhya: I stretched out my hands

lathasakhya: As the icy drops tinged my skin

lathasakhya: I took a short stepYet hesitant-

lathasakhya: The feel was great

lathasakhya: The driping dancing droplets

lathasakhya: Turning into rivulets

lathasakhya: Mesmerised me,

Ashish Nandwani: should i continue?

lathasakhya: Ash continue.

lathasakhya: Why ?

lathasakhya: Shall I finish it for you?

Ashish Nandwani: !

Ashish Nandwani: No no

Ashish Nandwani: i have to write

Ashish Nandwani:

lathasakhya: Ok

lathasakhya: Tnk you Ashish for your appreciation.

lathasakhya: Are U there Ash?

Ashish Nandwani: composing

Ashish Nandwani: hmm

Ashish Nandwani: put a lot of thought into it

Ashish Nandwani: I planted my foot down,

And did not care

Those wet marks don't make me shout

Matches that incense as the Sun comes out

I slide my hand through the window,

The rivulets of sweat cutting down ,

Turn into a crumb , A drop , A bubble .

Ashish Nandwani: you may end now

Ashish Nandwani: starts from I

lathasakhya: Suddenly.I slid backwards

lathasakhya: A lonely child sitting  watching the rain

lathasakhya: Through the wooden bars of the window

lathasakhya: The splashing droplets rising up

lathasakhya: Tiny butterflies.I yearned to catch them and preserve them

lathasakhya: The enchanting mesmerising rain,drew me out

lathasakhya: Throwing caution to the wind I rushed out

lathasakhya: Arms outstretched to imprison

lathasakhya: For ever this ecstacy of being one with the rain.

lathasakhya: Shall v stop Ash There are spelling errors

lathasakhya: How is it?

Ashish Nandwani: yes

Ashish Nandwani is typing...

Rain

I really like mixing thoughts and make a general write up when it comes to poetry. It was my pleasure to write with Latha Mam. I was lucky enough to meet her in Kerela .  Her exuberance and love for nature leaves me spell bound. She writes on her blog Hippocrene.

The ambience and it's sensation
Deluging down like heaven
Still too much lies low,
Should I run for cover?
Or Let it wipe all away?
Or savour it?

Time waits for none

The diligent reaper relentlessly marches .

And me hesitant..

Uncertain of myself,

Reluctant in revealing

Should I make an effort ?

An effort to tact the tear-ed eyes of mine,

An effort to quench the thirst of my lips

I stretched out my hands

As the icy drops tinged my skin

I took a short step.Yet hesitant..

The feeling was great

The driping dancing droplets 

Turning into rivulets

Mesmerised me.

I planted my foot down,

And did not care

Those wet marks did not  make me shout

Matched that incense as the Sun came out

I caressed  my hand through the window,

The rivulets of sweat cutting down ,

Turn into a crumb , A drop , A bubble .

Suddenly..

I slid backwards

A lonely child sitting watching the rain

Through the wooden bars of the window

The splashing droplets rising up

Tiny butterflies - I yearned to catch them and preserve them

The enchanting, mesmerizing rain, drew me out

Throwing caution to the wind I rushed out,

Arms outstretched to imprison,

For ever the ecstasy of being one with the rain..