Man, woman & sin

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I was walking, in raincoat
And she showed up
In the balcony,
Scantily clad
Eager, restless
– Even hummed a few words.

I pulled my hood against the wind, covering my ears
It was heavily pouring in,
The mellow afternoon sky
Darkened and
Monsoon
Came to my city.

The sky roared, few glimpses of bolts
Splitting a leaden sky,
The wind
Caused raindrops
Change course, and
Fell on her bare legs.

Raindrops carried short-lived cold, yet
I struggled a bit
Suffocating
Inside the heavy rubber-fabric,
She gasped,
“Wish you were here~”

The sound of rain
Cut her short,
Those drizzles wetting her face,
And a charmed droplet
Fell down from her chin
On her cleavage
To descend further,
Shivering her.

Come monsoon, I’d rather
Be that fresh crop
On paddy fields,
And soak relentlessly
Than trapped inside
a raincoat, and so would she
Be a woman, baring herself to rain on the porch,
Than the houseplant
On my balcony.


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18 thoughts on “Man, woman & sin

  1. ha – you know – sometimes raincoats can protect you from more than just from getting wet – some monsoons will easily take your life when you’re not careful… nice images in this abhra

  2. Interesting touches on the monsoon. I feel sorry for her not able to express herself well under the dramatic rain. A poignant piece in a rather gloomy setting, Abhra. Thanks for the poem!

  3. Than to be a houseplant, I am sure. I would rather embrace th storm when I can – but I also respect its power – and violence.

  4. Come monsoon, I’d rather
    Be that fresh crop
    On paddy fields,
    And soak relentlessly
    Than trapped inside
    a raincoat, and so would she

    Such beautiful & heartfelt lines..!

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