The Rain Peacock Poem by Arun P Gopalakrishnan

Brand new shoes splashing rainwater,
Brand new jeans getting drenched in the drizzle,
Walking alone, cruising on cloud nine,
I sought her eyes, the doors to heaven.

Soaking the flowers of Gul mohar like honey,
Choreographed like a visual symphony,
Leaves are raining atop the Mahogany,
I could see that, from the college balcony.

I love you rain, elixir from the heavens,
That showered over me as pearl necklaces,
When i sat with a pal on his terrace,
Talking about love, life and my lovers.

Close my eyes, my heart tell my brain,
To light up the mind’s seventy mm screen,
Where romances only play again and again,
With A R Rehman’s music whipping up the pain.

Wide angle shots, extreme closeups,
Blue filters and great Maniratnam moments,
Long silences and starlit eyes,
And sepia toned interior scenes.

Movies don’t seem now so unreal,
As romance is now not a thing of the reel,
It’s happening around me, I can feel,
Everywhere, inside and outside the cinema hall.

It’s so real, yes, heaven exists,
In her eyes and in her smiles,
It feels like listening to a Rehman song,
In a theater featuring digital sound.

When Aishwarya Rai is dancing on the screen,
You see her, your love, your girl there,
And all the world seems so brand new,
Where all the birds sing just for you.

Standing in queue under pouring rain,
To watch great songs and beautiful women,
And running to catch the last bus at nine,
Is this madness or is this heaven?