#MumbaiRains

21 July 2015

I sat listening to the sound of rain on my laptop, while your city flooded. Never knew clouds could carry fire.

Monsoons Are Here Again

As the golden rays of the monsoon sun drenched my balcony, the wind hummed a playful tune. I stood with my tea, soaking in the quiet warmth, the blissful solitude.

At once, life was beautiful again.

Long Drive

Drops of poetry trickle down my brief
My mind goes on a long drive

As the sweet sweet rain drenches my soul.

Spring Love

The air is moist, it's been raining
The sun wears a soft glow.
Summer is blooming into spring
Even the birds know,
You are here.

Rain is Coming

The air smells of wet earth and all around, Nature has assumed a pregnant silence. The trees, they are still, as if waiting for her to burst forth. The earth below my feet is dry. 

It is going to rain again.

I hate rains

Rain makes me sad. 
It reminds me of afternoon drizzles by the window; when droplets of creativity played in puddles in the rigorous Math copy.
When every bit of lecherous mud was avoided with trepidation. Sometimes unsuccessfully.
The waterlogged moments of love. Unspoken yet immortalized in words.
The congested umbrellas in shuttle taxis gasping under strangers' sweat and rain water. Or perhaps, they were crying. 
The heart is, but a mausoleum of memories. Rain washes down its strong walls to reveal the undergrowth within.
I hate rains.