Looking out of the window,
Skies in shades of black and white
Dressed for the mundane
While the heart longs for respite
Drops of incessant rain
Washing away those tears
Opening a hundred possibilities
Revealing a thousand fears..
Just another work day. The sky is unleashing a fury and little can stand in it's way. When I look out of the window, I see so many shades of nature. The just formed muddy lakes where fields were, colorful plastic umbrellas and rain gear, a hundred shades of green and so much more. Then a million sounds- of children splashing water as they step deliberately into the numerous puddles, the pitter patter of the rain drops, the sizzle of oil in the kadhai( I smell pakoras ;)), a stray shaking off water from its coat, the frogs, the birds. oh I could go on and on!
And then the very thought of returning to the mundanity of work- absolute torture. It's almost a sin to sit in artificial light, in front of the PC screen while day changes to night and nature unleashes bounties and curses on all that is seen and unseen..
I long to just sit curled under a blanket with a friend or two, while the wind makes the rain drops whizz past the open window and talk and talk..Talk about life and love and a hundred philosophies and another hundred whacky business plans. All, over cups of hot hot coffee and salty snacks..
And then maybe run out into the open, jump about, splash about, relive childhood and perhaps a little bit of the frivolity of adolescence. Then return indoors drenched and queue up for a hot bath. After which we return to the warm comfort of the blankets..
“When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.”
Elizabeth Bowen
Perhaps it's love that makes me wish, A perhaps that is almost certain -- Love, for everything around, for mother earth, and for the another..
1 comment:
Damn...still no poem on the rains stemming out of me...
Hmmm...why do we consider playing in the rains a childish phenomenon? I got home drenched after a long drive the other day and mom was paranoid! Got an earful for behaving childish!
Hehe...Ah well, can't blame her. All the people my age drive their cars to work these days cause they don't wanna get wet. I am the anomaly...
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