When the Rain Sings - An Ode to Divine Longing by Kalki
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And the world awakens,
Turns magical in a single night,
Swallowing the hate, the fears, the doubts.
The skies weep,
Raining for you, washing away all that must be cleansed.
It touches everything—
Yet the longing lingers,
Stronger, deeper, more profound.
But even the rain must pause,
For the world cannot endure such intensity forever.
Still, it knows—
Knows the weight of its love,
The meaning it whispers to every leaf,
Every bloom, every blade of grass.
Perhaps it understands,
For it never fails to drench me—
My clothes, my soul—
At every given chance.
Oh, Lord Indra,
Would you grant me this favor once more,
Each day, every day?
For if this longing for your touch
Becomes my way of expressing devotion,
Then so be it.
In your presence, my being falters,
Yet my soul yearns to bare its truth.
So I dance, hum, and paint my world in vibrant hues,
Weaving my essence into the fabric of existence,
Hoping for your glance.
Every act, every offering,
Is meant to capture your attention.
And now that I have it,
Would you join me in singing an Amritavarshini saga?
An ode to Brahma,
A celebration of his boundless creativity.
Perhaps, if he notices,
He might weave a new thread—
A universe, born again
From the nectar of divine inspiration.