Monsoon Musings

…and on this cool cloudy monsoon morning as you strolled at a distant horizon along the village bunds and canals wandered across the native soil preparing itself for the next sowing i opened the door to a light-hearted wind that veiled me from the rest of the world it cast an alluring net dabbed in the perfume of late summer flowers soaked in the damp rain-soaked earth the endless tidings the waves of wind whispered tickled me enough on the black sky a lightning that flashed pierced my heart like a dagger of desire the so far-longing leaves in immobilizing passion stirred occasionally in an attempt to shake off the beads of satiated desire each time a thunder rolled i hugged your invisible presence in a teenage glee a distant koel cooed probably in adieu proclaiming that it’s after all early morning 19jun2010 06.40hrs