Monsoon

Monsoon in my country is a harbinger of hope and joy. Mostly the country is perched in the dry months. The country lives in the villages. The rustics and farmers long for a pregnent moonsoon.
The memories of my country's moonsoon set at the background of villages arouses a very romantic feeling in me. The dark clouds hover across the sky. The gushing winds blows past.The peepul and bamboo trees sway along their sides . The birds lost course on their way . The nests hanging with some siblings crying for help.

This season is marked by young kids and village girls dancing in the rain. They just want to feel the first drops of rain. The children try fetching the ripe or unripe mangoes from the trees . There is such an innocent joy in these ventures.
The pond sweels up . The fishing pot gets up to the brim. The rain water is running in reels down the isles of the fields.
The thundering of the clouds evokes in all of us a sense of freedom and joyfulness.The peacock struts .
Evening palls in my village. The earthen lamp simmering with the dark fumes , the window pane reflecting the lightning across the night sky. The trees getting swayed like masculine demons casts its shadow over the glass panes. The sound of the speedy winds creates an eerie feeling in me.

Thats all I have as a moonsoon memory !!!!!

Torment

I give away thee with all my worldly possessions for the sake of my childhood days.
Those simple days with a carefree gait strutting all along the river banks holds my life for the beat. The dense shadow of the peepal tree underneath which , I used to sit with you , my darling.
We spent some of the most precious moments gazing at the blue sky , the passing boat with its oars man singing the rustic bengali earth song. The cool breeze swayed past your hair , your hair with the curls fell upon your face. Yeah those days are so very precious to me as to you !!!!!

Today , life is busy but I am missing the indolence of those moments . The fragrance of the atmosphere stirs me. The puff of this dream like reality is ever perrinial and blissful to me.

Hey are you listening ?