Monsoon evenings

Rain drops in my hair , Moist gusts of wind in my face, thunder drumming a tune, colourful umbrellas skipping along paper boats in puddles…….     cup of tea and thoughts of you, warming me! 

Rain drops in my hair ,
Moist gusts of wind in my face,
thunder drumming a tune,
colourful umbrellas skipping along
paper boats in puddles…….
 
 
cup of tea and thoughts of you, warming me!

 

All I see are different shades of grey,

all soft and warm, enveloping my thoughts from drifting away…

Tea warm, fragrant and alert on the window sill,

I collect Liquid crystal drops in my palms

And watch them collide and form puddles of silver,

they are Mercurial and reflecting my many moods—

I am reflecting…..

that is when thoughts of you brush past me in a gust of monsoon wind,

I feel the memory of your breath moist and warm on my face, a silken touch

That unsettles the raindrop pools in my hand….

It’s rain washed, cloud rich monsoon evening…….

and I wish I could make memories with you.

                         ra1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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