suno, ke barish gunguna rahi hai
chhat ki munder par
dekho, ke sadkon mein bane talaab
bula rahe hain bacchon ko
likho, ke kaale ghane badal
le ja rahe hain sandese premiyon ke
jaano, ke mausam hai ye monsoon ka
aur keh raha hai tumse
doob jao na tum pyaar mein, phir se
chhat ki munder par
dekho, ke sadkon mein bane talaab
bula rahe hain bacchon ko
likho, ke kaale ghane badal
le ja rahe hain sandese premiyon ke
jaano, ke mausam hai ye monsoon ka
aur keh raha hai tumse
doob jao na tum pyaar mein, phir se
hear, that the rain is humming
on the terrace’s edge
see, that the puddles formed in the roads
are calling to children
write, that the dark, dense clouds
have turned into messengers for lovers
realize, that this is the season of monsoon
and is entreating you
why not soak up in love, once again
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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