Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Monsoon at Pune

a wool blanket,
the way it scrapes.
cheap slippers on the feet,
jumping in water puddles on cold wet concrete... 

the smell of earth intoxicating the soul,
streaky windows are a picturesque stroll, 
life is a bliss,
letting  perfect golden little light in our morning kiss...

The rain,
it makes the nature hum,
playing romance on soft drums,
making our days lazy and fun

The sky turns white as angels,
there is a new freshness in the air,
you feel the gift and it's flair,
The drenched hitch
the first attempt,
at homemade 'pakoras'

Another film
with friends and drinks
Mending thoughts
of the ones that were lost
Making plans
of visiting faraway places

that hardwood and her cute little cup,
her coffee,
our love
Weather she wanted it or not.

P.S . : There is something about rains that makes me want to pour my thoughts here. After-all it's monsoon time , so it has to rain in rainville :) .
To my readers , I've missed you all. 

Friday, March 30, 2012

The Place of dreams

I've been missing a place, and it's forever loyal aromas, I remember the peacocks on the front lawn, hiding , playing , flying and pecking at the ground, I miss them, the ancient paintings, the smell of smoke throughout the rooms, packs of cigarettes and cases of wines, poetry in the air, I miss the thoughts exchanged with him and her, on the side porch, And the times when she will pull in the driveway, lock up the gates, When she'd walk through the doors, when I awkwardly fell in love, and I know there is no explanation needed, for it's not a love of lust, it's more like knowing in those moments, that remembering them will feel, just as intense and comfortable, as our time spent was, your influence... purple dreams floating in my mind.