In the dark of this broken street let me say to you. Let me say to you that at the end of the street would face us a deserted mansion. In case you were willing to walk along that far, we sure could unlock that rusty iron gate and clear the cobwebs. While you would light a lamp I could make some fire, brew some tea and we could talk some politics. While you would play with the burnt wick, I would stitch together some old poetic thoughts into one. You would be entertained I guess if offered to gaze at the overcast monsoon sky while braving the humidity and the cricket’s noise.
A monsoon evening leading to a rainy night is no plain an evening. It is the precursor to a lot of dreams, a pile of self-pity and a bunch of romance all entangled into one. I am sure you won’t mind helping me straightening some of that, sitting on the terrace. At midnight we would make some bed and talk about how huts are made with straws, of how ghazals are written and of how lovely do little baby frocks look in old black n white photographs.
At dawn we would snuggle, make some space for dew to settle down. In the embrace would I tell you how lovely things are on a rainy day that ends with an embrace the day after. Are you coming?
“A monsoon evening leading to a rainy night is no plain an evening”
I love this line…
Thanks Arindam. Did not write anything for quite some time. Had to pen it somehow so as to get into the pace once again. Nice to hear from you. How have you been?
I have been fine… How about you? Yes, hadn’t ‘seen’ you for a long time… Anyways the restart was very good. I too penned down similar thoughts on monsoon this morning…
I have been fine as well. Thanks again for the appreciation! I would like to read your thing. Have you posted it already?
Yes…
So tantalizing an invitation!
No way to refuse!
The time with friends is never ever a plain meeting.. it is an alchemists’ touch…..
The time spent with one’s own self is a shot of revatilizing energy boost…………..
Thats so true. Well said Ashok Ji!
I immensely enjoyed being a part of the carnival of Hindi Music that you had sort of ‘organised’ on your blog!
Hope you are doing well!
Regards!
When one has friends like you, All is Well.
Nice scene.
thanks Pete! How have you been?
Great thanks buddy, up and down is how things go right?
yeah!
…she is coming, she is coming …
I am glad she agreed to!
🙂
Thanks for the visit!
Lovely post 🙂
Definitely goes into my favourite posts of yours..
Wonderful line “While you would play with the burnt wick,…..” !
Thanks Vandhana!
🙂
what a beauty! loved it. I wish I could tag along but two is company three is crowd 🙂
You are most Welcome! Who knows if the person complaining abt being the third one weren’t you!
I read ur comment on my phone on the way to the University and it brought a broad smile on my face!
Thanks for stopping by!
🙂 thanks. I will certainly love to join. old mansions are my all time favorites- just love them!
Your words make rainy days even more interesting!
No matter how poetic your tempting words may sound, I’d leave that invite for a more deserving one. 🙂
haha! What should I say to that Yatin!
Cheers!
Beautiful lines which capture the true spirit of the monsoon!
Thanks.
Thank You Dilip Ji!
🙂
Yeah..I heard it’s been raining in Delhi. The rain does this, doesn’t it? 🙂
It does…it does! 🙂
A wonderful post in which you create a tantalizing atmosphere. I can almost feel I am part of the monsoon.
Do post a photograph inspired by this post. I would love to see it on your page!
Waiting!
I will have to see what I can do. 🙂
Hi, so beautifully written and it creates such a soulful set up which warms up the heart:)
Thanks Vishal! Most welcome to the blog. Hope to hear from you more often!
Cheers!
It is the precursor to a lot of dreams. I love this line.
thank u sumon!
What an evening it will be! Hope you did have that evening 🙂
how i wish your wish to be true! Thanks for the visit Sameer!
My pleasure totally 🙂