Poem by Uday Shankar Durjay

Rain Dust Inside you
Uday Shankar Durjay

The sounds of rain have been translated into you.
Have you ever met these kisses of rain before ?
Have you ever touched this kind of dust of silver-glass some how?

Hand full of rain like a hand full of feathers of water rail
Hand full of clouds like a hand full of softness of bluebell.

The images of rain have been captured in your eyes, just
come down to the Long Reading Road, get into it.
Look, mist of rain-fall flying back to the sky,
a troop of white horses gone far away, won’t come back.
Just keep waiting for a another shower of rain,
a chain of mountains, a fleet of ships.

Just come down to the Cherrydown East Avenue
put yourself in the silver shower
let them get caught in your lips
let them get buried in your hands.

Rain is a magical Rejuvenator, a supernatural power.
It drives you to the ocean, it metamorphoses you into daffodil-lit-night,
turns on the meaning of surviving. It shows the way of destiny.
Come and catch them whenever you get thirsty.

Hand full of rain like a hand full of feathers of water-rail
Hand full of clouds like a hand full of softness of bluebell.