The Monsoon wind

Struggling to hold my shelter and off it goes away with you,
Teasingly your mates shower over me as if some revenge had been due,
I scowl and then I laugh,and next thing I know is I am running away with you,
Today we will forget, today we will celebrate,
Today we will get drowned in the beauty until eternity ends the date.

I come across the smiling green trees, I walk across scented soil,
I look above and find your dark grey mates, innocent and yet spoiled,
Off somewhere the sun rests, relieved that you all are finally here,
Off somewhere hidden, he lovingly peeks at the kids dancing as his burning heat isn’t there…

The streets are mirrors, and little ponds are everywhere,
Nascent grass caress the edges, and you run like you no longer care,
I am sneezing, I am wet and someone in my head is asking me to go,
But you own every ounce of my love; I hear my heart screaming no.

 Underneath these wild laughter, with you, under the filtered sunshine,
I laugh asking you to drench me in your tears as I quietly give you mine,
Nobody will know, nobody can guess,
And we will secretly weep in each other’s arms whispering that everything is fine.

Grieve no more, oh heart!

Sometimes I lay under the night, gaze upon a star,
Conceal a forgotten past, grieve upon a scar,
Some mistakes were made, not so cruel, not too intense,
But in arrogance and ignorance, that remain too huge to make a sense.

The footprints of those missteps, lay buried under time,
Too distant, too deep, unlikely to be exposed,
But what about the heart that stay frozen under guilt?
Will I recover? Will I forget? Will my shattered heart be rebuilt?

“Grieve no more, oh heart! Don’t let yourself be burnt,
Some mistakes have to be made, some lessons have to be learnt,
Some decisions, some choices are meant to leave you contrite,
Because unless you know what’s wrong, how will you know what’s right?”