The skies are leaden, with cooling breeze all over,
it is in the afternoon and I find the birds hover.
There is respite,
busyness of life despite.
It is monsoon my friend, coming with its full vigour.

in a huff night left,
how darkness still lurks around?
monsoon slyly lies!

monsoon casts a spell,
nature  subdued hibernates;
but wild is the wind!

Sshhh
Hear, there be whispers
Pitter patter
A hush
Of a chatter
Once or twice
A loud groan

Light is littered
Here and there
Darkness has the bigger share
flasSH !!
SLaashh !!
Sudden light– a spark
A mutable mark
Gone

The world shrouded
Under deep fog
The heavens–cotton crowded
It tears

Tears tears
It nears
The scent of life

Tears tears
Someone hears
The sibilant symphony

Tears tears
Then
It clears
The sky

Hey bright morning sun,
so earnest during monsoon;
on warmth runs the world !

On the sky, cloud’s write,
The west wind reads it aloud:
‘Monsoon phantasy’!

Sometimes the rain drops
are so big and succulent
like mangoes
and tears
and temple bells
at dawn

The parched earth
smiles
and welcomes all
in her embrace
the rain drops
ripe mangoes
endless tears
and mystic sound
of temple bells
at dawn

april skies have such potential
     and i never understood why they chose to waste
it away on
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when instead the sun can become a magician
and radiate wonders when it disappears