Tue, 17 Sep, 2019

When It Rains

By Arjun Dahal

It's raining outside. O lovely pulsating core of my sensate life, Can you feel it?   The lightning- Ignites my thoughts for you. The thunderstorm- Reminds me of the old cuddling days. The hailstone- Teases me for my nostalgia. The breeze- Evokes me to return, to your embrace. The melancholy sound of raindrops, Haunts me, I wish you were here.   It's raining outside. O lovely pulsating core of my sensate life, Can you feel it?

Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuwan University, Nepal. Talkative,  Crazy, Funny fellow, his passions lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His Non-fiction has appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, and Yellow Chair Review. His Poetry has appeared/forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, Ann Arbor Review, The Fable Online, and DWIT News. The links to his published Nepali poems can be found at arjundahal.blogspot.com.