On the rainy streets..

On the rainy streets..

A Poem by Sindu

Devon's group capture, image #3

Here goes the crowd 
with their armours 
over their busy heads 
on sullied sepia streets. 

Gone were the days 
when enjoyed the rain, 
pouring down to ease 
and appease, a treat! 

Push your way through,
ram into that train,
stuffed and choking 
go down the stream.

When did it change, 
shift in sanity. 
Reflection seems clearer, 
the actual being,
the one you're supposed to be.

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© 2015 Sindu

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'Push your way through, -- ram into that train,.. ' - push way through life and what it holds, perhaps..

You've really suggested movement in your thoughts about this image. There's a near urgency in what you see; similarities to the comings and goings in Life, day to day, ever changing.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Something so simple can become very complicated if you do things in the right order. Pen on!

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2 Years Ago

Did you mean ' if you don't do'? Thank you, Riv!
Change is always happening, really enjoyed this piece:)
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 3 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thank you so much, James
i think it changed years ago....i always love to walk in the rain---it is so refreshing....but in this paranoid world we are always thinking "protect ourselves from any danger"

since when did rain become a danger....people are so afraid of getting colds...we were out in the rain all the time, and we survived...

this poem makes me want to run out into the next rainstorm that happens...



Posted 3 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Jacob. Been away for a very long while. But I must tell you, just after writing t.. read more

2 Years Ago

roads were*

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13 Reviews
Added on September 7, 2015
Last Updated on September 7, 2015




A silent observer, goof, crazy, imagination overload. Writing is essentially putting a part of me on to a paper. All of it. Ugly, sad, dark. Happy, cheeky, beautiful. All of those words I deeme.. more..

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