Gray swarms the blue
Like angry bees,
The pregnant skies
Turn into seas.
The wind, he smells
Of joyous earth,
Of thirsty fields
Bathing in mirth.
Coconut trees, they
Dance and sway
To welcome clouds
That float their way.
Birds rush homeward,
Children dance
To the earth and sky
And their new romance.
Clouds in baritone
Voices sing,
A drop lands on
A heron’s wing
And then the skies
Start giving birth
Crash down in pain
Upon the earth.
Blurred and shimmery,
All at once
My world becomes
A cosmic dance.
Like angry bees,
The pregnant skies
Turn into seas.
The wind, he smells
Of joyous earth,
Of thirsty fields
Bathing in mirth.
Coconut trees, they
Dance and sway
To welcome clouds
That float their way.
Birds rush homeward,
Children dance
To the earth and sky
And their new romance.
Clouds in baritone
Voices sing,
A drop lands on
A heron’s wing
And then the skies
Start giving birth
Crash down in pain
Upon the earth.
Blurred and shimmery,
All at once
My world becomes
A cosmic dance.
This photograph was taken by my friend Bokom just before the first of the famed Kalbaisakhi (monsoon thunderstorm) hit Kolkata this Sunday. Wishing all of you a refreshing monsoon.
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