Tuesday, June 05, 2012

The Berlin Rain


Of my first impressions on Berlin... 

   The neon lights shined on
   lighting up the streets of Berlin,
   The cold breeze hit my face, but the raindrops
   felt like gentle pecks on my skin

   Walking on that rusted & wired bridge
   towards the old station to catch a train
   I turned to my friend and spoke to him
   of my thoughts on the Berlin rain

   Oh Berlin rain!

   Why did you feel like my own
   and yet were not mine,
   Why did you drench me and run away
   only so I'd find solace in a bottle of wine?

   So I did drink with gusto that night
   laughing and losing behind your pain
   Yet you trickled down through my hair
   reminding me of your whispers again

   I stood by the window, still with my glass
   Dim outide, your droplets were on the sill;
   I had taken shelter at last, but I missed you
   and I wished for another heart for you to fill.



7 comments:

satvik said...

You took the pics as well?

Ramya Prayaga said...

Two of them are mine, yes. The middle one is JD's click.

Shibanka Biswas said...

Really like it :)

Manish Prayaga said...

love the first pic~!

Ramya Prayaga said...

Thanks Sunny!

JD said...

Now i understood what you meant about the pic. JD copyrights violated :)

Well crafted "Berlin Rain" in words :)

Ramya Prayaga said...

Thanks Jatin! :) Btw, the snap will stay :P