Pre Monsoon-5

If only I had the skill and power, I would paint the perfect rain clouds for,

All the selfless rivers, flowing tirelessly, trying to fulfill the deficiency of water.

All the lakes, that are shrinking, exposing in years their beds that many had never seen.

All the crops, that grew beautifully till it was time for some rain water to nurture them further.

All the debt ridden farmers, whose hopes are tied to the timely arrival of monsoon.

Paint clouds which would deliver rain, neither more nor less than needed, no floods, no droughts but just the right amount.

" Just right" like Goldilocks's tale.

Pre monsoon-4

Monsoon is round the corner, when you can hear peacocks  screaming, first thing in the mornings, instead of cuckoos singing.

When ants work persistently and can be seen rushing to their hills.
When the Sun plays hide and seek throughout the day with the clouds.

When bolt of lightning cracks its whip without any rain.
When winds are stronger and blow away the dark grey clouds.

When all the old leaves have already fallen off and new ones start growing.
When the cracked Earth sizzles upon receiving an abrupt short shower.

When people remember to carry umbrellas to work but forget to bring them back home.

When the farmers scan the sky everyday and hope for the right amount of rain.

Pre monsoon-3

Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,
the tender buds to break out into clusters of petals and sepals.

Delicately shivering in the wet morning breeze,
attracting bees and butterflies with their faint magnetic fragrance.

Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,
the flowers to outnumber the leaves, the colours to contrast with the greens.

Bunches of reds, whites, pinks, tenderly bowing with their weights.
intoxicating the passer-by with their sweet scent and beauty.

Waiting for the monsoon, so that the Earth could come alive,
succeeding in imparting life, which only the magical rain water could give.

Waiting one day at a time, for the dark clouds to loom,  for that abrupt shower,
to turn into consistent downpour.

Pre monsoon -2

Waiting for the rest of the blooms.

Bloom -2

         
                                              Painting by Katyayani Sharma

Bloom-1

                                         Painting by Katyayani Sharma

Words

Words strung together like exquisite pearls,
Like a beautiful lucky charm for any girl.

Uncomplicated like a string of diamonds,
Simple, sparkling, splendid and uncommon.

Littered around like thousands of shells on a beach,
Hand picked separately, phrased together for each.

Spilling out from a pen, what heart wants to read,
like the very breath that all living so desperately need.

Words weave magic, sometimes the truth, sometimes a web of lies.
For words are words, it is actions with which a person is defined.

Summer bloom 6

Gulmohar (Royal poinciana)