Saturday, June 16, 2012

morning monsoon notes...

Woke up with the rattling sound
Of rain and wind Eastward bound...
Playing a lovely hit and chase game...
Across our 13/2 P.C.D lane...

The sky wore a black silken dress
And those glittering white speck
Of color...looked like a marble lace
Hung around her beauteous neck...
As if she had dressed up too early
To attend some joyous party...
She looked like a temptress
In her black silken dress...

The red and white and yellow flowers
Spread evenly by the lucid shower
And the gust of wind cool and gay
Welcome notes for monsoon did lay...
Here...there...everywhere...
On the street...on the grassy blades...
On my eyelids... on the sleepy beds...

And methought time has finally come
to be really drenched for long...
Methought now I could open up more
Live a life with unbarred doors...
And let her...the rain...come to me...
In days and nights...stealthily...

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