Sinking in

Standing on my balcony, souls wet, i find myself once again wishing i could give myself up. Wishing I could close my eyes, tilt my head back and breathe in what my eyes see. Breathe in that gentle touch softer than the fingertips of a child or lover tracing pathways across my face in the silent roar of sudden pleasure. Passion so fierce and pure it leaves invisible winding scars my reflection will lament forevermore. And in the release of that breath I take, I no longer want to be standing on that balcony watching, waiting for the falling rain to encompass me and hold me in her embrace. An embrace unlike anything ever felt. Cradled in her truth and timelessness. So close i am shielded by her, covered in her. So close I am inside her. And with that one breath to become a part of her.

Watching the skies

I do not see the sun. But the sky is filled with clouds a brilliant golden orange. The light plays hide and seek with itself as the clouds dance across the sky. A Kite rides the wind waiting for something, for it watches what goes on below but does not hesitate. The air smells like rain, yet not a drop has hit the ground. And as if in response to my realizing its nearing the peacocks begin to call from the rooftops around me. The traces of the sun are quickly fading leaving what seems to me a clear blue sky. My deceptive eyes watch the light clouds, layered so densely i cannot see beyond, as they pass overhead bringing towards me a much darker canopy, steady in its course. I have been told by an elder that it is not the dark clouds that bring rain. I hope they were wrong.

Sniffing rain!!!!!

It smells like distant rain... must be the result of a downpour somewhere. Its dark as evening and its not even time for tea yet. But this whether is welcomed with open arms... by me that is. And maybe a couple of others, sitting in their offices or balconies bored with the morose world around them. All of us are just there... letting the air that smells so good encompass us for those five minutes and we close our eyes and imagine its all better. Everybody is trying to get away from something. Everybody wants something else... and here is that escape. For me of course its mainly only the rain that i want. Il hide in its veil... from whatever... and just enjoy the feeling of an enourmous force that is not ruled by petty human nature like everything else is...

Of course there is no real waiting for such a thing... for though its happening is inevitable... its timing is completely unknown. So much so that in all reality, it is not expected for at least another two months. But here i am sniffing away at the overheated ground that is ready and calling for it and the sky which is returning its call.... in some way or another!

But hey, i havnt finished writing and the suns already fought its way through a couple of determined clouds!! he he... hmm... the Ahmedabad sun... always prevailing!! Hmmm.... this wait for monsoon is always sooooo bloody long!