Fresh monsoon clouds flocking together
Raises hopes beyond horizon.
First raindrops ripple and tickle the mind,
Settling down dust and fumes
Invigorating smell of good earth hangs in the air.
Raises, a thousand hood of desires.
Skiing back on the sledge of nostalgia
I feel your warmth, spreading slowly like ants move
Wading through stretches of emotions,
Swimming back in high tides of lust
I try to reach you daring, hurricanes, lightning and thunder
Then climb on a magic rope; vanishing in you.
That night you made realize the truth
The truth of life and death
You killed the hissing serpents curled in me
Shaming me in cold sweats.