like two lovers
last night
finally the earth met the rain again.
it was almost midnight
the moon was away,
the stars, asleep
if you ask me,
that by itself is enough gossip
but let me tell you some more
it rained and rained and rained
for a very brief moment
for a brief moment, the earth smelled so pleasant
for a brief moment, the sky looked full of delight
for a brief moment, my heart was full of light
lovers meet behind closed windows.
as it started pouring heavily
i knew it's time to close my curtains
outside,
i could hear the sound of thunderclaps
i wonder,
if actually
it was the sound of rain kissing the earth
it is a clandestine affair
the rain belongs to the world of clouds
the earth belongs to the world of grass
both are from different caste!
yet they meet,
often secretly
love has no religion after all
it just strives on hopes and dreams
yesterday too, it was a bout of unseasonal rain
out of turn, sudden
like the rain could no more bear not meeting the earth
like they agreed to meet for a brief moment
like they agreed to keep it a secret
but like all affairs,
like all lovers
they too got caught
some captured them in Facebook statuses,
some shot them into videos and posted on Instagram
and some morons even wrote poems about them
troubled,
the rain left in a hurry
(first rain of the season, Mumbai. It rained on 12 may, 2017. Normally Mumbai rain starts only after the first week of june)
last night
finally the earth met the rain again.
it was almost midnight
the moon was away,
the stars, asleep
if you ask me,
that by itself is enough gossip
but let me tell you some more
it rained and rained and rained
for a very brief moment
for a brief moment, the earth smelled so pleasant
for a brief moment, the sky looked full of delight
for a brief moment, my heart was full of light
lovers meet behind closed windows.
as it started pouring heavily
i knew it's time to close my curtains
outside,
i could hear the sound of thunderclaps
i wonder,
if actually
it was the sound of rain kissing the earth
it is a clandestine affair
the rain belongs to the world of clouds
the earth belongs to the world of grass
both are from different caste!
yet they meet,
often secretly
love has no religion after all
it just strives on hopes and dreams
yesterday too, it was a bout of unseasonal rain
out of turn, sudden
like the rain could no more bear not meeting the earth
like they agreed to meet for a brief moment
like they agreed to keep it a secret
but like all affairs,
like all lovers
they too got caught
some captured them in Facebook statuses,
some shot them into videos and posted on Instagram
and some morons even wrote poems about them
troubled,
the rain left in a hurry
(first rain of the season, Mumbai. It rained on 12 may, 2017. Normally Mumbai rain starts only after the first week of june)