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    The End of the Rainbow
    The End of the Rainbow
    The End of the Rainbow
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    The End of the Rainbow

    By Rari Rajesh

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    With poems derived from the author's own experience and observations, the End of the Rainbow forms a unique and colourful array of words that would appeal to any reader. The thematic grouping makes it easier for a reader to dive into whichever speaks to them in the moment. Heartfelt and evocative, these poems are worth reading and re-reading.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGeetha Krishnan
    Release dateSep 3, 2021
    ISBN9798201714437
    The End of the Rainbow
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    Rari Rajesh

    Rari Rajesh is a poet and writer. They write mysteries and thrillers with the odd mix of literary fiction thrown in. They enjoy reading and reviewing books, but spends more time on Netflix than in being productive. The themes of their poetry are universal and relatable, while the characters in their books are memorable, reflecting their own desire for a world where people are not judged for what they are. 

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      The End of the Rainbow - Rari Rajesh

      THE END OF THE RAINBOW

      A BOOK OF POEMS

      RARI RAJESH

      First published by Rari Rajesh 2021

      Copyright © 2021 by Geetha Krishnan

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission.

      This is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

      Rari Rajesh asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      Editing by Fair Editions

      Cover Design by Roni London, Clover Book Designs

      Formatting by Fair Editions

      DEDICATION

      Aud, Nico, Beast, Nola, Olivia, Pella, and to everyone else in the Writer Collective who has been my lifeline these past few years. I love you all.

      Flower, you are my everything, and will always be. I love you.

      Kunju, I shall never stop missing you. I love you.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      GRIEF AND LOSS

      DESPAIR

      HOPE

      LOVE

      LONGING

      NOSTALGIA

      NATURE

      COLOURS

      NEW YEAR

      IDENTITY

      WRITING

      CHARACTER STUDIES

      ASSORTED

      THE END OF THE RAINBOW

      Grief and loss

      Poem #1

      You came when my life was empty,

      You filled my world with sunshine,

      And my heart with joy;

      My life was full of you.

      And now you’ve gone, so swiftly and so silently…

      You were like a dream that flits on,

      Filling a void

      With colour and music

      For just a moment,

      And then leaves,

      Leaving the void emptier than before,

      And darker…

      Poem #2

      I was sitting by the stream,

      When I felt sleep capture me;

      You came to me in a sweet dream,

      And told me how much you loved me.

      And then again, I saw you, dear,

      As if you were still so near;

      Your eyes held in their depths a light,

      And your whole face shone so bright,

      Ah, how sweet, my love, was that one dream

      That I saw while by that stream,

      Till I woke and saw those trees,

      That brought back all your memories;

      But you are gone now, gone from me,

      Though your love is still with me;

      Death has claimed you for its own,

      And I can only sit and mourn.

      Poem #3

      Once again it is spring.

      But you are gone.

      All my dreams have faded,

      Like the flower you gave me so long ago.

      I want to call out to you,

      To cry,

      But I cannot.

      I cannot get through to you.

      Knocking on a door that won’t open-

      That’s all my life is now.

      I look at the picture on the wall-

      A rabbit mailing a letter

      Into a post box that has an OUT OF ORDER sign-

      Just like my trying to get through to you!

      I look at your photograph-

      Even that has begun to fade,

      Like the flower you gave me once.

      That’s all I have left of you now,

      A relic of a broken dream.

      Poem #4

      Sleep tight, my child,

      Sleep tight,

      You are free of this world,

      Free of the cares, the worries,

      You will never know the pain of loss,

      No sorrow shall darken your face,

      No frown shall crease your brow,

      No tears shall wet your cheeks,

      You are at rest now.

      Sleep tight.

      I shall miss you, of course

      I shall miss you.

      I shall miss the chance of knowing you,

      Of watching you grow up,

      I shall miss your first steps,

      Your fingers in mine,

      I shall miss your smile that I’ve seen,

      Only in my dreams,

      I shall miss all the years that we should have had,

      And shall feel cheated.

      Yet, you are at rest now.

      Sleep tight.

      Poem #5

      The battle over, the city is in ruins;

      Its captain slain, its army beaten.

      No more will its people smile,

      No child shall ever play in its streets again,

      The sacred hallows have been desecrated.

      Happiness is a distant memory,

      And the world is a strange, unfriendly place,

      A barren wasteland where nothing blooms.

      Maybe time will dull the pain,

      And blur the edges of memory,

      All that remains now

      Is the black cloud of gloom,

      And the disbelief,

      And anger,

      And the ‘Why?’ that reverberates across the city.

      Maybe the Gods were jealous . . .

      Poem #6

      My friend,

      You I miss,

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