longing to share pain and feel relieved and a sense of wellbeing
Monsoon, misty morn and musings
A misty morn in the vale of Dehradoon
At crack of dawn, in wake of monsoon.
Sky pearl grey with dense cloud cover,
A girl sings soulful song missing her lover.
Wistfully I smile, and wonder how in life
What and how we perceive changes with time.
Could it be as a child I felt alive and agile
Didn’t linger on pain for more than a while.
A mango sapling, from a big mango seed,
I had embedded in earth’s womb deep.
And pulled it out without any pangs or guilt
And enjoyed blowing the whistle improvised.
Who cared about dresses and mud stains.
But now and then when it drizzles or rains,
I carefully make my way through puddles,
As my mind is ever jumbled and puzzled.
But this misty morn in vale of Doon, as I rise
I realise who but monsoon clouds can empathise.
So with pounding in my veins I wait for rain to fall,
To bare my heart to my confidante for once and all.
In search of solitude I drive to sulphur springs
And wait for clouds to come down from the hills.
A thirsty cloud hovers over me and drinks my tears.
Flies away heavy, leaving me light without fears.
A flash of a kingfisher’s iridescent turquoise feathers ;
May be...no it is, for sure of glad tidings an harbinger.
I saw the kingfisher too in my February Archive "A day with you in the meadow", a grassy meadow a stream in between the rain it drizzled, but, then we were two. Mamtaji, nostalgia, a little sadness that life has changed, still the heart leaps with joy in the lap of nature. Your poem has the lingering fragrance of the Classics and style of Wordsworth.
brilliant words brilliant imageries Mamta...the kingfishers feather in the last line adds a turquoise shade to your poem-landscape
I too love the way you have crafted this poem. Using the perceptions of childhood and how we change as we grow older, you have used nature to conclude with superb cloud imagery until the grand finale of kingfisher is the resolution that colors your spirit!
mamta this is beautifully penned, filled with wonderful imagery and as Sandra said.... the Kingfisher is the icing on the cake.
lovely musings - the beauty of nature does bring a sense of wellbeing.. I love the kingfisher closing...
After reading this grand monsoon piece all pains get driven away due to its tranquilizer effect ! - Raj