this moist cloudy western attire
like a long skirt the sky which wears
must have the scent strong
of rain soaked earth and her hair long...
she...
finding her was a discovery
amidst the din and chaos
carried panama printed dreams
all the way from Laos...
once whispered a song of desire
against the clouds so dark so fair...
on open palms caught drops from heaven
sparkling rounded beads seven...
broke out into a dance impromptu
pressing lips on glassy foggy dew...
standing on the footboard of a moving tram
hummed meghmallar to cause clouds melt down...
like a winged creature with colored flight
caught rays of broken rainbow light...
with a martini glass liquid glow
depth of an ocean brought to the show...
scraps of paper white thrown in wind
a maidan filled with billet doux unseen...
from a billboard flapping red saree
with cloud's blue monday fever married...
on glistening drenched dark asphalt
movement of bare feet by nailpolish recalled...
on yellow orange halogen lit walls
painted a big graffiti of misty smoky waterfall...
on a bridge suspended by rope like girders
with cherry sweetness prosaic existence murdered...
rang the door bell at the dead of night
planted creamy soft core choco-delite...
horizontal skyline turned vertical
with swinging treetops caused a wall street fall...
sent office goers scuttling home
all over Esplanade built a rainy dome...
this moist cloudy day of the night
brings her all in a transcontinental flight...
the thunderclaps...the lightning shadows
spray scent of her all over meadows
and hills and valleys and cities below
sing songs of her and her whims sure...
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