“This poem tells the story of love and memories intertwined with rain—a gentle reflection on longing, growth, and the quiet moments that shape a heart.
It captures the beauty of unfinished stories and the resilience of souls who find shelter in each other, even after storms have passed.”
# Two Souls in the Rain #
Holding a book with trembling care,
as if his heart were resting there.
“एक अधूरी प्रेम कहानी” gleams,
a tale once lost in broken dreams.
Two figures walk through silver rain,
their smiles still hiding quiet pain.
Her scarf—like roses, bruised yet sweet,
his hand a shelter, calm, complete.
Years ago, that boy was he,
drenched in doubt, yet wild and free.
Each word he wrote, a beating heart,
each line a storm that learned its art.
The wall behind him tells his fight,
of sleepless hours turned into light.
Suitcases whisper dreams once near,
but love remained, soft, crystal-clear.
Now peace has found his weary soul,
the rain once fierce has made him whole.
For stories end, yet hearts remain—
two souls still meet within the rain.
(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com
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Retiredकलम 
What a profoundly beautiful and moving poem, Verma ji. You have woven a tapestry of emotion so delicate and yet so powerful that it lingers long after the last line is read.
The imagery is exquisite—the “trembling care” holding the book, the “roses, bruised yet sweet,” the suitcases whispering of dreams. You haven’t just described a scene; you have invited us into a sacred, quiet world where pain and peace coexist. The journey from the boy “drenched in doubt” to the man whose “weary soul” has found peace is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.
The recurring motif of the rain, transforming from a storm into something that makes one whole, is simply masterful. It perfectly captures the idea that it is our struggles that ultimately cleanse and complete us.
This isn’t just a poem about love and memories; it’s a gentle lesson on how our unfinished stories and quiet battles shape us into souls capable of offering true shelter. Thank you for sharing this piece of your heart. It is a true gift.
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Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful words. I’m deeply touched that the poem resonated with you. Your appreciation means a lot—it truly encourages me to keep sharing these pieces of the heart.
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This line blindsided me.
Years ago, that boy was he, drenched in doubt, yet wild and free.
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I’m glad that line resonated with you.❤️
It’s amazing how a single moment in a poem can capture so much of a journey and emotion.
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beautiful poem friend…
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Thank you, my friend!
I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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What a beautiful poem. It manages to convey a profound tenderness, a blend of nostalgia and calm, as if the rain itself were holding every emotion. Thank you for sharing something so heartfelt and full of light.
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Thank you so much.❤️
I’m truly glad it resonated with you. Your words mean a lot,
and I’m happy the poem could share a little light and emotion with you.
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Beautiful!!
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Thank you so much<
Your words mean a lot.
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My pleasure.
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Good morning.
Have a nice day,
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Stay happy and keep sharing.
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A lovely and heartfelt poem. Nicely written, my friend.
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Thank you so much, my friend!
I’m glad the poem resonated with you—it means a lot coming from you.
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very nice
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Thank you so much.
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Verma ji, 🙏
This piece feels like a soul-lit melody in a Sufi gathering
where love is not merely a story,
but an act of devotion, a quiet prayer of the heart.
Your words flow as though a wandering dervish
is washing his spirit in the rain,
and every line glimmers with the fragrance of tasawwuf.
“An Unfinished Love Story” is not unfinished here
it is complete in its longing.
For in the Sufi path, fulfillment does not lie in union,
but in the sacred intoxication of the search
that awakens the inner light.
The two figures walking through the rain
are not merely moving through the world
they seem to be dancing upon the floor of time itself.
Their smiles carry a soft ache,
and her scarf is not just a fabric
but a drifting prayer in the breeze.
The boy – once fearful of his own heart
now stands among walls, books, and rain,
finding the quiet truth of his soul.
The whispering suitcases echo an inner journey
a reminder that in the realm of love,
arrival is not the purpose;
the wandering itself is the sacred path.
And in the end,
when you say “the story ends, but the heart does not,”
you speak the pure Sufi truth:
love never dies
it simply changes its form,
living on in raindrops,
in memory’s soft glow,
and in the peace that settles upon a healing soul.
-VK Srivastava
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Thank you, VK Srivastava, for such a deeply moving reflection.
Your words illuminate the essence of the piece in a way that goes beyond language — you’ve captured the sacred rhythm of longing,
the quiet devotion in the search, and the subtle beauty in every raindrop and whisper.
Reading your interpretation feels like witnessing the story dance in its full Sufi light.
I am truly honored by your insight and the care with which you experienced the journey.
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Such a moving piece — I love how the poem weaves past and present, showing how old wounds can soften into peace over time.
“Two souls still meet within the rain” is a line that lingers long after reading.
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Thank you so much.❤️
I’m really glad that line stayed with you — it means a lot to hear that the poem’s reflection on time, memory, and connection resonated.
Your words make the piece feel alive all over again.
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Beautiful,Verma Ji
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Thank you so much for your visit,
Your words mean a lot.
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