[Rain]

You'll never outrun your fears,
and never will you impede those tears,
learn to live with them; else conquer-

the anxieties and distress,
agitation and all the stress,
for that is life, perennially-

a lesson in acceptance,
collage of joyful happenstance,
serendipitous living beings we-

fail to recognize our luck,
ignore the truth and run amuck,
chasing the crumbling castles in air.

Transfigured reality,
built solely on morality,
nought on temperance and rectitude,

wrought from a single clay brick,
natheless, the cement runs thick,
still tender, in dire need of a kiln.

Shaping hands, a soft caress,
gentle rebuke when you transgress,
the touch of an angel, your saviour.

Epitome of purity,
paragon of nobility,
he is here to save your soul tonight.

[Corneac]

Awesome! You never fail to impress me Altair...you matching other poets here, skill for skill, poem for poem. You just as talented and on par as much as the best poet here...and you just keep getting better! It's awesome to see...

I loved this you too, it had the polish and precision that I love about Nup's poetry, and the raw and truth that I love of Tay's. You could have spared some of the vocab (I just woke up...) but ome beautiful thoughts in there, equally poignantly expressed. Great job, you two

[Nupur]

Thank you very much! Whoa! I'm looking at the time you posted this and you woke up very early.

[Corneac]

Ahhh...was 11:22 in the morn. Early?

[Nupur]

Oh lol. I subtracted the time difference instead of adding it. Forgot you live to my east. Hahahaha

[Gurdit]

You're already as good (don't tell Nupur, but you're better) a poet as me!
I loved the form. You know what I loved a lot? The fact that you've used simple words in the middle to keep the flow going smooth and then bigger words in the middle. Most of the words you used weren't unfamiliar to me, which made this poem fun for me to read.

It looks like the poem was quite open-ended. I know how people say that it's the mark of a good poem to be as open-ended as possible. I don't quite work that way. I'd rather know EXACTLY what the poet was thinking about when he wrote the poem, and then make up my own interpretations of it as and when I feel like.

natheless, the cement runs thick,

Fucking brilliant line... this one and the one preceding it. In fact, I loved every bit of it till the last verse.... I just can't figure out who the "he" is. I guess it can mean anyone, but when I think about this poem and this thought being applied to myself and my life, I can't really think of one single "he" so far.

[Lubesh]

I appreciated the complimentary and contrasting features we are given when we read a co author...this had some very well chosen words ..happenstance is a favorite of mine. The eagerness runs through of two young writers...and that t ome shows more than ie i hadn't a clue till the second read what it was about lol.

Well done you two.

[RENA HANDS]

Wow! Another extraordinary creation, submission. And you did this with Nupur! Marvelous! Truly astonishing!

I applaud the strength and beauty of the first stanza.:love : I give 4/5!

[Nupur]

Thanks very much! Where the hell is Tay? Lol.

[Rain]

I'm here Thanks everybody