With pearls from the sky,
Gliding gently on my face,
I felt the touch of your fingers.
Thick dark clouds,
Reminded me of the darkness,
We embraced in.
Soaked in sweat of your ‘soil’,
You sculpted the ‘clay’ I was,
And I wielded your earthy scent.
Blinded by your memories,
Everything becomes, an
Abstract of you. The
Drops, earth, streamlets, clouds,
And every bit of this season
Belonged to you.
You own my Monsoon.
You own my seasons.
Wildly you hit my mind,
But lie silently in my lines. My love.
Poem by Gopika S.
Illustration by Namrata Nirmal
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