The air is thick..
With a musical riot..
Of dancing rain-drops!…
The wet soil proudly sports..
Of a tell-tale court-ship..
Blooming into lush-green dreams!
My thoughts follow the cue..
And start courting lingering notes..
Of your lush green memories..
Aching with a lingering desire..
Of vanishing into your arms..
Where misty eyed evening..
Vanishes into the eternal silence of..
An ever-elusive horizon!
When the magic of monsoon.
Weaves love-nest of drunken fantasies..
Your absence in our bed of dreams.
Evermore fans the flaming memories..
Of our burning unions…
Startling the midnight’s whisper..
Into an ever-green pain..
Throbbing with a young passion!
It is the same annual dance-drama..
Enacted by the same seasoned artistes..
Monsoon.. wet soil.. midnight.. me..
And the bitter-sweet pain….
Of your ever-flirting absence..
Crowning the show..
With her stellar performance..!
Chanting her signature refrain..
“THE SHOW MUST GO ON..”!
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