A collective Memory

Days pass without a slumber,
In the hi-tech valley of life,
Under the sun that never fads anyway,
May be the only truth of the world
that it can't cease to rise.

While marching ahead...
Focused eyes looking far away from me,
before a long way to go,
In search of something -
That it too valuable in a lifetime!

Then for a while - In an introspection,
time clocks back
to flash the collective memory
that is so obstinate
not to get erased on the flow of time!!!

On the way of Monsoon…

The blazing sun took respite
Accompanying the HOT breeze,

The rain gradually entering
With gentle showers here and there
With a shyness veiling across her face,
Like a newly wedded bride in front her groom.

The zephyr makes her happy,
Her footsteps sizzle many with ringing tunes…
Rose petals getting drenched
Like a soaked heart of a new lover.

She brings a sigh of relief
Giving freedom to many
From the scorching summer…

There is an alarm in the slum,
In search of a new place to hide,
Not to get showered…under the roof of the open sky.


The street boys preparing to dance with her,
The farmer is ready to welcome,
The fisher man smiles with joy,
The Queen is reaching soon,
Yes here comes the Monsoon.

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