Monsoon

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If I was a season, I would be monsoon,

I would pour upon you in waves, flooding

every cornice, flickering big fat raindrops

All through the night. You would wake

in the morning to water-logged streets

paper boats, dirty slippers, ilish

and khichuri for lunch. Yes, if I was

a season, I would be monsoon

with torrential rains, blues, greens and greys

washed away on your palette

to return every year to reverberate in your life

and never bleed or fade away.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Lucy says:

    Wow, I love how your words linger! It’s mesmerizing and evocative to me, especially with the visuals you implement throughout this piece. Such beautiful and stunning work.

    Like

    1. ipsyb says:

      Thank you! 😀

      Like

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