the echoes of rain drops disturbs my silence.
In this lone hour of mine when I peep into to the vaccant sky,
standing near the window; I see patches of dark & white clouds
I get a glimpse of the vaccant sky.
The night is wearing a darker robe;
the crickets chirping; rehearsing classics of the season.
Slumber & drowsiness, drunken moods & the musical rendition,
the mind coolly takes of the creeper’s uninteilligible melody.
the piped music of the orchestra of the rainy night,
inviting drizzles to accompany the buzz;
the thunder to play the jazz;
the lightening to spray a flash;
for the players to act in musical ecstasy.
Musical rhapsody dancing to the tune non-stop,
The animals, the humans to witness the supreme show
of the season .
The coloured moths signalling the arrival of rain,
their platonic affair with rain, love for death;
dance of ecstacy, musical fantasy for rain god;
to appease their birth.
Drench them, clip their wings, with each drop of rain;
to attain salvation on the transcendental platform.
It’s a symbol - a sign of the rain coming.
Festival of salvation, feast of the season in honour of the rains.
Just born, just death like the just married.
Each droplet clipping their wings,
each droplet washing away their body, mind & soul
to the bliss of just salvation.