Rains
This season of wanton abundance
when the sensually yielding clouds pour
for no reason at all…
When the vapoured mist, veiling the window panes
send mischevious messages to the passersby…
wonder what steamy shadows might be stirring inside!
The cuckoo goes on pleading deliriously…
Love me!… Love me do!!…
The wet orchards drip the nectar of overripe fruits…
The fallen flowers breathe irresistible fragrances in the air…
the drenched leaves bend over in coy submission…
and the rains pour…
The sun…the moon…the stars…
hide behind the thick nimbus fluffs…
lest the streaks of amourous want
show on their bashful countenance…
days blur into hazy dusks and nights into mushy dawns…
like the inseparably mingled bodies of two
crazed lovers…
a strange hunger benumbs the body…
a disturbing tautness tugs at the limbs…
it demands a forbidden cure…
who shall quell this fire…
these unbearable pricking of thorns all over the body..
This sweet venom flowing in the veins…
needs a potent nostrum…