National Poetry Month: Week 4- Rabindranath Tagore

The Music Of The Rains

In rainy days
When it rains in pattering sounds
I cannot tell how I feel
So bewildered is my mind.
It seems as if someone has left
After calling and calling
And knocking at my door at night
When in rainy days
It rains in pattering sounds.
Be kind to me, my love and light up my heart
Seeing someone’s shadow in my dream
Half awake and half asleep
My eyes are filled with tears
I feel someone came to me at night
When in rainy days
It rains in pattering sounds.

source: http://allpoetry.com/The-Music-Of-The-Rains–English-Translation

The Fallen Sky

I feel tired.
Should I fall asleep
and wake up into my nightmare?
My pain is starting
to weave through.
Should I suppress it
or let it exist
between my two realms?
Should I hold it in the palm of my hand
or let it roam
the seas
of my imagination?
Let me out.
Let me out.
Let me roam free.
Let me scream out my frustrations.
Let me cry out my tears.
I want to see them out.
Out and wandering,
out and free.
Let me out,
let me shout…
until no more.
Until there’s nothing more to shout out.
Let me out
until I wither back
into my nightmare
and come out in your dreams.