Season of Shadow and Light

The drops came falling

into the cup of coffee...

damping the poems...

new born conversations...



riding the cotton clouds..

sowed dreams soaked in joy ...

as the foghorn blowed from the coast..

germinated what was lifetime ago

the street drenched with desire...

carrying scent of a lover lost.



And when,

the rain and randomness...

made way for the night of thunderstorms..

tossing and turning with the lightning.

lying in soft silvery moonlight bed...

talked to the cold air crying in delight...

frogs in my pocket sang all night...

eyes watched return of the fireflies

fears perished with the aftermath

and fell in love with the disaster bought.


...

surviving the wading puddles...

came the morning after...

left behind the grave of the season divine...

surviving as a myth..

and a lullaby chime...