muniya re muniya

[ #1 : NOTES FROM DALHOUSIE ] A clear day is all I wait for after rains. And a few rays of the sun at such a time at Dalhousie would pull you out of your coop. Once they arrive, the monsoons! Misty evenings, white sky, new insects arrive by default. And no wonder why we find all the nearby Punjabis travelling to here during scorching summers. Its a cold charm. "The Pouring Sun...Blazing Summers...All Despite...Dalhousie is respite!" A shower in the early morning with sun peeping by the noon, a white sky follows in the evening for a pleasant walk into the misty road where everything wet succumbs to the dark silent night as if no sign of life till the death of the moon. I walk. Out at 6:45 evening. Or perhaps 7. Its the time of the day I wait for and pray it doesn't rain. Mostly it rains near and about the time if it does so I am almost saved. Call it a near miss, my evening walk and the unpredictable rains. Its the gush of people at the Subhash Chowk on the ...

They mumble first Roar then The Breeze turns fierce They hide the truth And pretend to drop Some water-like pears. That poor fellow surrendered To Their wrath His tinned roof. They spare, not a leaf They trudge Leaving a proof. Their Chieftain robbed Every home Stole away the peace Gifting its fury along, and  A nightmare to every sleep. They thunder their dominance And make it a real downpour Shackles of tribulation Seeping aside Some bulleted guidelines leaping to haunt. It's a Storm. Inside and Outside.