Before the season ends

one last exhale as wind wafts

carrying a promise of rain

clouds groan as if in pain

divine churning as a prelude

laden dusty boughs of trees

bowed down in gracious expectation

to wash down the grime

and germinate tender anew

 

as I watch the celestial spectacle

hear the sounds and inhale fragrances

first drops touch the ground

the thirsty earth swallows them

relishes with benign eagerness greedy for more

emitting odoriferous exotic scents from its navel

 

birds rush to seek shelter

perch within the cloister of leaves

corners from where they can watch

the cosmic dance of droplets

 

as the glistening pathways turn ochre

my shrouded heart sinewy again

with desires supple

its depths not enough

to drown the intensity of emotions

that break free with the showers

making life a serenade, an endless song

 

the hour passes furtively

as I feel transported to heavenly abodes

singular moment of mind in unison with heart

but the mirth is transient as

from the quagmire of subterfuge thoughts

humdrum of existence surfaces

just as golden hues streak through heavens

heralding a premature end to the downpour

my abysmally subterranean shelters shaken

 

existential realities taint my surreal fantasies

loosened hair bemoan to the winds

fables from my own biography 

cascading thoughts come to a pause

as I peep in to the stained earthen cuppa

with tea dried and aroma eroding

I bid au revoir to my silent morning hour

 

rain lulls but leaves behind a pure glistening day

with an expectation of peerless writing

at life’s vast endless scroll

that slowly unrolls before my drooping eyes.

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The long - awaited and much cherished monsoon shower arrives at last! It is pouring with full vigour and as it is with every rain, I also go through a process of intrinsic cleansing, as I feel myself being awashed clean of the emotions that have captured my heart in chains.. This is a process of feeling joyous and being at peace with everything around me.

 

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The morning newspapers as well as the TV channels are agog with stories as how poor Sanjay Dutt spent the first night and then breathed his first morning in jail.. well it is not first time for him..Is it? I dont want to sound harsh but it is way too much as how media is building goodwill for a law breaker and a culprit who was involved in a very serious crime..He may not be a terrorist but he broke the laws of the country by illegally possessing forbidden arms and then being a party to the destruction of evidence, and he did all this when he was 32 years old and much exposed to the ways of the world. There is one thing that moves in this country and that is Judiciary, why cant people let it work? There are so many common people who die behind the bars, wrongly charged and no one to take up their cases as they don't have financial and political clout, while the richie rich spoilt brats and never-grown ups easily get away with liberal sentences and that too if their cases get past hearings and moving higher courts for bails and hearings..the process takes years and in meantime they enjoy their unbridled freedom!

 

When you think of Sanjay Dutt, think of a person who may be languishing behind the bars for no fault of his, he may die there because he has no one to fight for his innocence..I like the metamorphosis in him as how he has gradually cultivated himself from his spoilt brash days of drug addiction, being a rebel without a cause playing with fire and law to the one lovable and generous human being, who was able to build such a goodwill both in public and media with his latest portrayals of a genteel and upright guy. But then he also have to bear the burden of his dangerous past too and we shall await for him to redeem himself.