a windy night

A night made so clearly for strolling.. With a dazzling moon in the skies, blasting its light as if that was the instrument with which it has dispelled all clouds to keep at bay. Seeing that none of them dare to venture close, the wind, after days of inactivity, is up for some mischief- edging them ever so little.

It is a night made so clearly for talking to no end; overheard only by those clouds above, and without a care that they might laugh, or spill with the rains the contents of your heart.

[13th June] 

rains

How to put it?

The clouds vent their frustration of days and it rains with a mad and almost terrifying frenzy.

Or do I call it a Konkani downpour?

These clouds finally drop all pretence of dignity and dance like a kid as they make it rain in leaps and bounds, as they hear the rains pattering on rooftops, trees and a jolly earth, lashing on them with a violent passion of their own make..

Oh to write.. to write..

11 Oct.

such red!

It must be one of those birds gliding up above who broke apart the clouds and diffused such mellow red in the skies, painting earnestly with their outstretched wings as they watch over a forgetful people..

09 Oct.

a setting sun

Clouds devour a very crimson sun at a distance,

cutting onto it one moment, giving it rings another..

and with a muffled plup! it drowns..

03 Oct.