Memories of Delhi, from far away...

I look up at the skylight Rain drops coalescing The reflection of a few drops Dancing on the wall In the breeze Which is more A gale Howling and loud Outside Destroying trees Somewhere A silvery strand of a cobweb Dances and shimmers In the pale sun Playing hide and seek The silence in my room So loud The thunder outside So far The daffodils on my windowsill Have died and dried Papery petals, a brilliant amber now Green stalks greedily still drinking While the petals thirst The tops of the trees Through my window Freshly showered Move like a woman Dancing for her lover Seducing Shimmying And yet I think of Delhi Desertlike and brown Hostile and cruel The dirt streaked faces The shining eyes Of the beggar children At crossings The eunuchs who bully The traffic, the fumes The noise that deafens The rich women who flaunt Diamonds and lovers The clubs for the haves The stares from the have-nots And I come back To the music of the rain On the skylight And the chirp of a bird Somewhere far away

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