Yet Another Monsoon


When the  clouds embrace

The parched souls,

Their dreams

Begin to rush forth

In torrents

That  fill up troughs

Of solitude.

Little hopes sprout everywhere.

 I close my doors,

And let the music of raindrops float along,

As the Monsoon dances

Along  the vacant alleys.

 Nature weaves yet another story

For thirsty hearts,

That capture more memories,

Of floating boats and raincoats.

I close my eyes and smile.

Seventy monsoons  have gone by

And my soul soaks in

The bliss of yet another one.


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Written by Jaya Pillai

A teacher and a learner - both by passion and profession. Music, cooking, reading, writing, traveling and all kind of creative stuff keep me  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark evenings  talking to the stars or thinking

Midnight Dream

The Reminiscent Soul!