Where does the sky,
together with stars that
adorn her fabric, dip into the sea?
Is it at the horizon, where
stars shine in the wave-less waters?

Why do we travel
so many hours, to sit by
the same sea that washes the shores
of our city? Is it because
stars choose to bathe in the sea here?

Where do these clouds
go - mother cloud, father
cloud and so many adorable puppy
clouds - where do they
scramble on to, across familiar shores?

Dripping rain...
Splash!
Croak croak...
The frogs!
Buzz
Assorted insects;
Wind gush -
Trees sway, but
Not the banyan...
Screech!
Monkeys again;
Splash!
Dripping rain...
Streets gone
empty, sky too
Where are the stars?
Hiding behind
monsoon clouds
of course!