Monsoon

Sky shelters
the magic bowls
that wrapped.
Drizzle dances
Ahead of street lights.

Stillness of the wet city
Breeze and chilly.
Carving bundles
Of memories.

I could sense-even
a city has nerves
Of such emotions.

A mid-night sounds
Of heavy rain drops.
As a rhythm
Of a city that dumb.
That too makes a sob.

The heart queried
As roaming bird
“How will it be now?”
Awaken backyard
Light up the shade
Of full-moon Beam down.

In on my all dreams
I’m going on seeking
Those foxing pages
Of an old book
That I’ve read
In on a hail
Over my shed.