Rain- basera The rains, the clouds and the green In these concrete jungles, oh so rare. Everything beautifully sublime. Love, can you not feel in the air? A warm hug or a cuddle Or just a blanket to snuggle. Your favourite teddy Quietly, inside you smuggle. Or walk out in the rains Enjoying the spray. A cutting chai and bhaji Standing alongside a shaggy wet stray. Holding hands, fingers entwined, Letting the rains our faces lash. A passing car, hits a puddle Soaking us with a big brown splash. Under a tree, we seek refuge Shelter we get, but solitude not. Many a people, under this tree This diwn pour has brought. On the smouldering embers, The bhutta kernels pop. A squeeze of lime, a dash of chilli A heavenly taste nothing can top. The breeze and the splash A feeling, so fresh ! The biting wind rushes past. Goose bumps? Nay, goose flesh. An umbrella, colourful most, Gusty winds turning it inside out. Vividly designed rain-cheaters Capes, hoodies suddenly sprout. I spot a girl, young n beautiful, Drenched to the skin, tanned by the sun. A plastic bag covering her head Getting wet, for her no fun. Rags clinging to her Assuring her of their presence. Covering her modesty, her clothes Noticed by their absence. Her gaze is fixed On her bare twiddling toes. She cant look up and share, With the world, her woes. Standing there motionless Squall after squall. Shelter she has None at all. I wish I could, give her my coat. But I have none. I am out with you Just for some fun. While we drench for pleasure A romantic option. She? get wet or drenched Choice of Hobson! You look up, at me As if reading my mind. Bringing forth your bag You have been hiding behind. Into its darkness dives deep your hand. Out it comes, brandishing An umbrella, new and grand. From the stall An additional bhutta you take Dropping my hand, A sudden move you make. To read your mind My turn now. Onlookers are already Saying WOW. I chip in too With a steaming hot chai. Offering it to the girl Smiling and saying Hi. She aint no beggar And so refuses it. Her self respect As if deeply hit. You talk to her Lady to lady. Eye to eye. And then she is ready. Gratitude in her eyes Spilling over All we did was offer Chai and a cover. As she hungrily bites Into the corn, We quietly withdraw Leaving her alone. Hoping the umbrella Covers her well, Not just from rains But villians as well. We walk away Not looking back. Quickening our step As the skies gets black. Now holding you closer Tighter than before Knowing a golden heart rests Within your bosom for sure. My source of inspiration. Thats you. Such small beautiful acts Please help me do... You and I, together In the rain. Lets walk, holding hands Again and again and again.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 09:36:38 +0000
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