Monsoon Memories
by Shilpa Sankar
The cold winds beat on my face,
The rain falls hard toward the earth,
The sky lightens up and darkens as lightning comes and goes
Along with the sound of thunder
As if asking is this the beginning or the end?
I realise that the famous
Indian Monsoon is back
As I look out the window
I see vehicles passing by,
Drenched in the rain.
Dripping down, pouring down
I see water everywhere
People walk with umbrellas,
As if to shield themselves
But the Indian monsoon leaves nothing dry
The clouds move on to new destinations,
As if showing the world its sorrow
As if it was me who hurt them
It was me who is hurt
They spread the same darkness as before
In the sky and in my mind
Their arrival brings back memories
Memories that were gone with the wind
Those were lost in the sea
Those buried in the depths of my heart
They make my heart explode with sorrow
Bursting out through my tears they come
Reminding me of what I lost
Someone very dear to me
Whom I lost in the Monsoon winds
Those memories fill my mind with regrets
Feelings conflict in my heart
As the winds blow north
They take the rain clouds with them
Taking my strength with them
The silence I hear is extreme
And the sound of thunder deafening
volume 11(6)
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Shilpa Sankar, all rights reserved.
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