I was walking, in raincoat
And she showed up
In the balcony,
– Even hummed a few words.
I pulled my hood against the wind, covering my ears
It was heavily pouring in,
The mellow afternoon sky
Came to my city.
The sky roared, few glimpses of bolts
Splitting a leaden sky,
Change course, and
Fell on her bare legs.
Raindrops carried short-lived cold, yet
I struggled a bit
Inside the heavy rubber-fabric,
“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,
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.
Join me on my own poetics prompt on Dversepoets Pub to write about monsoon. Read some wonderful poetry.
Having served in militia in his youth,
With strength, unkindness and foul mouth,
He now stood guard to a building entrance
In a frayed green uniform, wearing out like him.
Never tired of fatigue or monotony of his job,
He went mellow only when it rained,
Rained and rained; and the daylight
Would go sombre, but he’d still be at work.
He would ask any unknown passer-by,
If they could read to him a poem,
Startled and ridiculed no one kept his request
And he never knew what it’d feel like.
Even if I could compose an ode for him
Right at that very moment, I didn’t; and decided to
Let the charm of life to live in unlikeliest possibilities
And raised a toast to the splendour of truth.
Music and breeze,
So to speak.
Love and sweat
Was surely worth
Prepared, yet shy
Played its part.
For the touch
The first time
Yet you left me
For a mime.
And lost as
Oh! dear rain,
Let us be
Photo Credits: Reetam Banerjee