Delhi Monsoon.

Looks like the sky will empty itself.
rain rain rain 
never like this before


The chiawalla is singing his song.
The kids in there pajamas and chappals
splashing and sheering  low down rain water
Paint this rain with rainbow of smiles.
Two women in saree standing on the road side,rain strangers,safe mini roof,waits for the rain to hold.
I can see those beautiful small girls laughing, putting one more time some seeds to grow. 


Oh the beauty of Delhi monsoon 
wrapped it self with unfathomable expressions. 


This temporary monsoon and so much of change.


Monsoon overt maddens with music on there i pods
roads and bikes
kids with swings
friends with latte
in hand of there lovers
for me, is this poem
sterilizing thoughts 
reaching out the freshness to each heart
all drenched in the turbulent river of affection


I wonder if all this is temporary
This season of short emotions.


Let me tell you there's a could above us that never stops pouring.
let me tell you there is a permanent season of rain 
See it through the eyes of your mind.


Let me tell you the chiseled faces will reap the lasting song of joy in this city.
The permanent season of monsoon will flood life's.


Rain rain rain.

©Vandana Andrews