Late at night

Somewhere not too far away
Clouds have gathered
And are proposing to descend
On my garden before morning.

Flooded drains, long-forgotten debris
Hurtling down impassable streets,
My cassette tapes lost to fungus;
Yet, I miss the monsoon in Goa

(too far away now, unlike
the days in Bombay when
I could catch the No 48 BEST bus
to Bhaucha Dhakka, and the boat).

A midnight shower, then,
With Medimix soap

It smells of rain.




(First posted on anothersubcontinent.com.)