An auburn sky of yesterday,
and those 24 drops of rain that fell,spawned an eager lemon tree,
prickles and peanuts on my shelves.
A lazy monsoon today,
of those 24 drops of rain that fell,
trickles down my teaks,
as a hurrying catabatic makes way through.
Suspended in 12 minutes of fame, and 12 of despair,
A still silent world of
mine lost in itself,
The impatient sand dunes
cajole themselves out,
Through my reluctant
hourglass,
Air tight dreams dribbling
inside.
Long away, A mild breeze
somewhere finds itself.
-Palash
October'2013, Lumding
