Waking to a sultry morning
I rose and spied the darkling sky
Mantled with scudding dusky clouds
That hid the blue and gold swiftly
As though concealing a treasure,
And all that had finally remained
Were the silent vaulted heavens
Of the palest opalescent tincture.
I heard the distant rumble of thunder
Thoughtlessly I sauntered outside
And saw a flash of white lightning
Dance among the sable clouds.
I felt the cold caresses on my soul
Countless kisses as cold as the moon
Moistening, soothing and quenching
The passion from the infernal depths
Of my torrid, restless, beating heart
I felt exultant as though, it was you
Who had showered untold kisses.
With sempiternal youth the rain fell
I pined for you with desolate ardor
As though an infinite vial of nostalgia
Had been emptied from deep within
The clandestine nebulous shrine
Of phantom mists and tender rain.
The deluge poured in slanted, gossamer sheets
And lightning traceried the pale firmament
Like two angels chasing each other
Spiraling in a dark delirious fantasy
I too chased myself with thoughts of you
Utterly intoxicated by this sudden ecstasy.
Cold, fresh and drenched I was
And yet I felt so intensely alive
The pale yellow-green trees
Were illumined by dim gray light
As though the torch of the world
Has softened as it lost its blaze.
I whirled around in the hazy drizzle
My mind swirled like the eddying dance
Of a stream, filled with thoughts of you
Your face so clear in my dizzy mind
Like an imprint on a tarnished glass.
Inhaling the fresh scent of rain and silt
In rhythmic breaths, I frisked and danced
Like the silent lap of the water-lily leaves
To the soft sibilance of the ancient music
Creating numberless intricate ripples
Like the noiseless dances of the dragonflies
As the puddles nearby cradled rainbows
And as I spun under the showers I descried
A malachite plant luxuriantly overgrown
Out of its pot, still growing craving more
Of the love that the rains had lavished on it
I blinked and saw my own reflection with you
I turned my face to the skies, open mouth
You weren’t anywhere, and yet everywhere
As you kissed my lips and soaked my tongue.
~ Kastoori Barua [@cookiekuki]
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