It is
dark and rainy and winter in Delhi. And I am enjoying this - seems like
Winter is receding faster and faster these days... To winter - my
favorite season:
The Winter Rain
Shakespearean tragedies sublime?
may be
evil may live to fight one more day? ..
but
nothing is subtle
for the weather
today
my friend!
the gloom is in full bloom,
the greying sky is clearly gray
and thus Black and white,
an impending storm that rattles lighted office windows
is it?
the death of an illusion, the prediction of a certain Nostradamus
is it?
it is
farewell to waving fields
a last bow to earth from the tailing comet in a parabola of its own
it is night asserting in fury
a more than fair share of what it owes to sun
it is Christmas time that could not wait
it is the guarded joy on an introvert
who cannot laugh aloud and blow his cover
and
solitude that braves the brevity of life
and strokes one last darkening grin
a beautiful rainy winter slush it is!
Drink to full!
The Winter Rain
Shakespearean tragedies sublime?
may be
evil may live to fight one more day? ..
but
nothing is subtle
for the weather
today
my friend!
the gloom is in full bloom,
the greying sky is clearly gray
and thus Black and white,
an impending storm that rattles lighted office windows
is it?
the death of an illusion, the prediction of a certain Nostradamus
is it?
it is
farewell to waving fields
a last bow to earth from the tailing comet in a parabola of its own
it is night asserting in fury
a more than fair share of what it owes to sun
it is Christmas time that could not wait
it is the guarded joy on an introvert
who cannot laugh aloud and blow his cover
and
solitude that braves the brevity of life
and strokes one last darkening grin
a beautiful rainy winter slush it is!
Drink to full!
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