The Monsoon Mist


Though it utters no dark sounds,
It keeps descending upon the sea,
As if in perpetual grieving.


I don’t understand why I love it!
I wake up these mornings,
In hope to see the greyest air!


The skies rearing rain,
Watch the wings of its veil
Spreading, hovering all over.


In featureless disguise,
Day after day it appears –
Storing storms…


I don’t understand why I love it!



For Vibha & Vishal
From Trident Club Lounge
24th June 2013



Geeta Chhabra


From The Book: Smash My Glass by Geeta Chhabra


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