Monsoon rains dripping off tree tops
Couples cooped up in auto corners
Resonating heat and a love lost on clouds
Cold toes and frozen finger tips
The winter breeze caresses my hair
As my mind wanders to all the places I had forgotten
Early Christmas lights hang from cozy homes
And the smell of masala chai fills the air
Puddles of endless possibilities scattered through dented pavements
Saplings drinking up their first taste of what will be the rest of their lives
Red, orange, green and back to red again
I travel through this sea of traffic on a carpet of calm
People huddled under drenched branches
Hoodies and sweaters soaked with moments
And my eyes smile with the memory of what I've known
How the years pass and times change
Many moons have come and gone... and lovers too
Painful dead ends that I've laid to rest within the curves of this city
All the hurt has slowly turned to perseverance
And I have been transformed into an all too familiar, ever hopeful mess
Of love to come, life to share and a journey that's never done.
Oh, these warm Monsoon maybes.
-Dilz-
YOU ARE READING
Fleeting Feelings. Concrete Words.
PoetryA little memory here, a slight emotion there and lots of moments in between. After all, this journey is nothing but a string of lessons learned, filled with words of hope.
