trail

in the morning hours
i beckon you
to come with me
and stroll by the green

together, we take out the blue
and return it to the sky

later

tired of the blue

the sky rains

you pick up the blue

from the wet grass.

you return home

I follow you

we leave behind a trail

one step blue…

one step rain…

one step green…

one step sky…

the inverted umbrella

sometime
in her blue and yellow frock
happy as a five year child
she turns cart wheels,
she turns upside down
and catches all the rain
while i remain sleeping by.
...
sometime
she hides the rain below my pillow
and later, in a silver dream, i swim in it
sometime
i wake up
when she sprinkles them on me
like the morning sunshine

the rain is inside

always
in the sunny afternoon
when 
the children play at the park
the wives bargain hard for the bangles
and the man steps out to breath a smoke,
i hurry home
wet and cold
----
and they wonder


always
in the sunny afternoon
i wrench my drenched soul
and lay it out in the lawn to dry

----
and they wonder


always
in the sunny afternoon
when i visit my neighbour
and sit for a cup of tea with them
the smell of rain soaked soil floats around

----
and they wonder


they do not know
always
the rain is inside

yellow

that day
i had made the world a little yellow
and had tried my steps on it
and later,
tired and scared,
i had run away to you.


now 
as i go away
i leave behind my yellow footprints with you


and ever
if the night is a tad too dark
follow them
for they will again lead you to sunshine