From my first book of poems ' The Divine Hand In The Dark'.

Winter light

I behold once again
In this secluded wilderness
The slant of the mystic sunshine
On this cold wintry morn.
The quiet of the sky sent down in silence
Sieving through leaves
Crossing my lonely path
Painting in hazy light this dark walkway

Where the curves bend sedate
And the pale rays fall beyond
The heart half perceives what they create
And disturbs me with a strange curiosity

And all I feel is love
In thesedeep and gloomy woods
In the sound of the silence...
In the stillness of the wilderness!
Those solitudes with an aching charm
Felt along the blood and along the heart
Embeds in every cell and stings from deep within
Oh! All I feel is love..that touches the inner soul.

Let me wander on this path
Sleep on this winding walkway
The winter sun embracing the soul
And be home to my younger years!

And then after many wanderings
When the heart will subside
These woods shall still catch  the gleam
Of the past existence of a soul
Who cane here, lost in woods
In deep love
With a far deeper power
Than that just meets the eye!

And how the mind stood here
Unwearied in love
With quietness and true beauty
And a painful joy in the wind
And those beatings of the heart
Those lost forms and sounds
Of my half murmuredthoughts
Remindful of the solitary walk
Upon this dark walkway and
This pallid winter light in the woods!

 A thunderous rain fell out of the sky today morning. After a brief encounter with the rain in all its wild glory I returned to the interiors . Sometimes the rain that fall outside is not enough. You just want to sit inside the caverns of the rain and wish it lasts forever. The being itself dissipates some heat and in the warmth you snuggle with yourself and forget everything else.."Into each life some rain must fall. ..into each life some rain must fall.".....I flipped the internet like a poetry book to search a famous rain verse that suddenly came to the mind.

The random searches lead to some Haikus by Matsuo Basho. My daughter was the one who first gave me a lesson on Haikus...the 5-7-5 magic. She hasn’t written one till date,  but she got to experiment a few as part of her curriculum assignments which I never got to see. But that left me a new world in poetry... reading a few ones, I couldn’t help marvel at the simplicity of the haikus. ..The  way they are so deeply connected to the real sound, feel and picture of nature ..the way they significantly highlight the moment’s splendour .... it’s not an easy game though to capture the moment’s glory in defined syllables...(I tried one desperately unable to bear the beauty of the cherry blooms , the first time...lol....:D.)

 But haikus were made perhaps for such moments....as they say, so that the beautiful and small things around in nature do not go unnoticed...to feel, without missing an ounce of the nature's  divinity....

 It's raining outside. And I like to think this....

"An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again."

Matsuo Basho

Like rain it sounded till it curved

Emily dickinson ...her verses are unusual, they carry the wind of immortality, death and a strange  mystery surrounding those. Yet, of the rainy wind when she described, it carried the mind to a plane even beyond...

The imagery is filling, the lines sketching deep and different levels of meaning, spiritual, inspirational even. Each time I read- I like to read it aloud- I can hear the wind curve, the rain and the wind filling the wells with a warbling note...a poem is not just its creators world, it  pulls out the readers world too, different ones...

Reading loud the lines, just for the superficial bliss of a rain and wind!

Like rain it sounded till it curved 

and then I knew 'twas the wind

It walked as wet as any wave

but swept as dry as sand..

when it had pushed itself away

To some remotest plain

A coming as of hosts was heard

It filled the wells, it pleased the pools

it warbled in the road 

it pulled the spigot from the hills

and let the floods abroad

it loosened acres lifted seas

the sites of centres stirred

then like Elijah rode away

Upon a wheel of cloud.