A Bit Of Afternoon Rain

 

A bit of afternoon rain 

In a summer of funereal thoughts 

Drenching the soul with a new rosiness

Quenching the thirst of grains of trance 

When tomorrow comes 

The sprouts will emerge from darkness

Raising the flags of aspirations upwards 

Burying the demons of awe downwards 

The message from heart 

Is no more coos, it is louder than floods 

Extruding in the canvas of vivid colours

Exalting the bliss of liberty from worries

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Green Pond

Rain subsided

Life is getting dry again

The days of sunshine leads me

To the nights of melancholic dreams

No more chilly winds and

Dripping droplets from nascent leaves

This wetland is getting barren again

A small patch is all that left

Devoid of human encroachment

Though surrounded by buildings 

A shall rain pond

Its surface looks as if painted green

With its layer of glowing algae

Resembling a thin grassland

Starting from the sloppy valley

Created by the heap of workshop waste

Ends at the basements of walls around

Three tree pits stands dwarf

Growing afresh with new leaves

They were razed down some months ago

There are no woodpeckers or kingfishers

Flying around

But there might be some fishes in the pond

Beneath its green belly

It never ceases to fascinate me

As I see this pond, re-emerging from dry patch

Aftermath every monsoon

Each time it takes different shapes

It will dry up again soon

It will remain idle, waiting for next monsoon

It’s a haven for mosquitoes now

Even though I wish to see, it dried up soon

As I don’t want bites from mosquito babes

Sweethearts who love my blood

I will keep this unusual green pond

In my monsoon memories

This is the 150th poem in this blog.A small landmark.
Well this is about a pond in my neighborhood that emerges periodically after every monsoon.

A Crow in the rain

It’s monsoon time here

Rain clouds have built their kingdom in the sky

Chilly winds have started their wild swings

Slight drizzle made those waving coconut trees

Look pretty as newlywed bride

As I watched them through my window

I saw a lonely crow sitting calmly

On the top of tilted roof of a neighborhood house

The roof made of well-woven coconut leaves

Always bear a nostalgic style

In the middle of a concrete jungle

It’s rare to see a crow drenching in rain

So I wondered, why is it sitting there patiently

Is it struggling to fly!

Did it lose its way!

Once in a while, it waved its wings

To drain away the water from its body

And its ash colored neck took a weary look

Just like a hunk having a funky hairstyle

Then I saw a flock of rain insects

Flying from the backside of that house

And my new friend had its eye on them

Just like any predator, so sharp and so focused

Rose very slow making less noise

It snatched one fly with its beak

Without sitting back, it snatched some more

Then took rest for a while

And waited for some more preys

Seeing the bravery of this friend

Some crows flew towards the roof

They sat on it keeping a distance

It reminded me of a row in my school assembly

Without any in fights

They took their fiefdoms to hunt

Rain didn’t deter their quest

As hunger dominated their will

After they finished their decent lunch

They flew away to find shades to rest

As the rain started withdrawing from the scene

The image of my lonesome friend in my mind

Made me wonder

Why I didn’t capture it’s snap!

Electric-“shock”-Bill

Every day as I sit to work

Thinking deeply about what to write

And searching for the content

My UPS starts crying

Shut the PC and let me rest

Yeah, the power has gone

May be

The power cables fought as usual

With roadside tree branches

Or may be

Someone from electricity board

Pulled up the main fuse in our area

Power Minister talks about his achievements with pride

But, he can’t do much to generate more power

Nor reduce the transmission loss

Come rainy season

We have to endure dark nights

Under the shade of candles or emergency lamps

Come summer season

Minister will talk about shortage of water in dams

And reduction of power sharing from other states

There are no official power cuts

But when the sun showers his fury on us

With the thermometers reading higher centigrade

We are destined to use hand-powered fans

To keep ourselves cool

Or we have to take refuge in liquids

But even chilling the liquids becomes impossible

As they play with us keeping our power away

Yet when we get our electricity bill

We find unusual taxes

Unusual sur-charges

Sometimes

They force us to pay double the principal amount

Yeah this is monopoly

Pay it on time whatever amount on bill

Or get your connection taken away

If we call for emergency repair

They say we will come

May be hours or days later

But they will be at home to disconnect

The power cable right on the day

After the bill date

They are sharp at least in this duty

I wonder

Where does all consumer protection groups

Goes hiding

When the power board squeezes money

Out of common people

As we have no other cheaper alternative

To fall back on

We keep paying what’s on the bill

We never get good service for what we pay

There are no provisions for us

To demand reduction in payment

For getting sub-standard service and untold power cuts

They can hike price whenever they want

And if you ask someone about it

They will tell till go to complaint section

Or meet some other officials

I know nothing can be done

And I walk as usual back to home

To play with my power buddy

Shutting on and shutting off my pc

Every other hour

While pursuing my quest to complete the work

With a wait for another “electric-shock-bill.” 

Legendary Tree

Where is that old legendary tree?

For years, it stood as a talismanic figure

In front of a junction of history

Beside the historic royal path

In front of grand old institutions

Like the Victorian town hall, University college, Sanskrit college

It stood and saw the times of change

In the end, fell down to sacrifice itself as the cost

For new age development

Soon vehicles will run

Over the very place, where it stood

It seems something is missing there

Bright light is streaming around

Than that beautiful shadows of branches

Now the roadside vendors

Too went missing as part of change

In rain days, it covered many people from rain

With its massive branches

During hot sunny days, it gave the breeze

It gave shelter to hundreds of people from scorching heat

As they waited, for buses that headed towards their destinations

Now there is a big vacuum

It’s hard to fill in and it never will be filled in

Those who once enjoyed the warmth of it

They will surely miss it whenever they pass by

It’s inevitable, as hundreds have to travel

Wider road is a necessity

That marked the end of a glorious life

It left a mark on the history of the city

I still remember those beautiful greeting cards

Sold under the shade of that tree

During Christmas, Valentines Day, Friendship day etc

I still remember those vendors selling

Vegetables, fruits, seeds and other stuffs

I couldn’t forget some policemen

Standing and helping the pedestrians to cross the road

During rush hours

Now people will wait for bus in the bus shelter

Finally, it will have people standing there

As that grand old tree is no more to give shade

 Soon no one will remember that grand old tree

That stood meters inside the road

It was once a hub of activities

Now its space is a hub for vehicles to run fast

Night Rain

its a beautiful night.....

where is the moon and stars?

clouds did u hide them from me?

oh you wind..

why are you waving fiercly?

now that i m listening to u

the tiny miny droplets of rain

how did u learn the music?

love works in mysterious ways and friendship courts the night ... rain

brings waves of cleaning and renewal to the face of life

rain can bring freshness into extinct hearts

revitalising thoughts in a positive way

rain can wash away all those negativeness

just like as if nothing happened ever

oh that wind that drags the rain across the sky

daring all who get near to feel the utter darkness that lies within

whipping the world into a vortex of feelings and emotions

bringing lost and lonely souls to the apex

swirling them in a flow of retrospection

in search of a brighter light of hope

to find ways to escape to a shelter

where peace is awaiting to heal them

drumming rain drenching the world in colors

colors of brite and light matching piece by piece

into the darkness of night ... falling falling

unsure and unattached falling .....

when seen with heart,even in darkness

one can see those beautiful color fall

as if its a heavenly flourishing of blessings

for giving salvation to every molecule of nature

souls peek from behind the fast moving clouds

feeling the rain .... dreaming of life

hope and happiness

may this rain bring resounding magic

spreading waves of happiness all across

changing the way life looks like

a welcome change for the lost souls

This poem is written in association with my friend Katyayani.We had great time in writing this more of an interactive poetry. Images thanks to farm4.static.flickr & ikigaiway

Read more poems of creative poets at monday-poetry-potluck-kings-queens- . Thanks :)

Unseasonal Rain

Life was moving on boring as ever,

With spring gone, beauty of nature too.

With leaves falling and swaying with wind,

Sun geared up to smile on nature,

Everyone were waiting for some hot days,

But ,astonishingly!

It lashed, the rain.

Flash floods ramped across the state,

Roads got immersed under the fury,

Of what turned out to be unseasonal rain!

Rather than relishing the relief,

People emerged out of homes with umbrellas,

Cursing on the rain for ruins.

The days passed on and on,

But the rain that changed the season,

Just kept dancing on the land!

More than excitement, agony creeped in,

Kids just looked at the sky,

Asking themselves ,when will it end?

But, the nature got a refreshing cover,

Greenery surfaced all around,

Cheering the minds, cooling the agony.

The cold winds, which accompanied rain,

Became an ecstasy for many,

Those who loved the rain walked through it,

Dancing with the rhythm of the raindrops!

Dampness remained in surface for long,

But it didn’t dampened the spirits,

Everyone knew the unwelcome guest,

Will just vanish as if nothing happened.

But the unseasonal rain was a hit,

As it challenged the weather predictions,

“Proving all the science wrong”!

Showed that “Mother Nature” can surprise,

At her will any time, with unseasonal rain,

Reiterating herself as “the queen of earth”!