MoonlitDays

If you can’t see the whole world,
Come see India, the land that reflects the world,
The land where dreams are made.

As I stood enthralled by the beauteous scene,
My sweetheart floated in beside me.
A gentle breeze wafted through the window,
Unbeknownst to the dreamy couple.

The Lord of the Heavens was getting ready
For His dip, to rise again the next day.
Mesmerised by the magnificent evening skies
Displaying kaleidoscopic patterns,
We opted to sojourn with Mother Nature.

The road to our destination
Unwound before us ad infinitum,
The lush green fields on either side
Stretched endlessly, merging with the horizon;

Two souls on the threshold of old age
Drinking in the beauteous scene
Travelled back in years in a wink,
Forgot ourselves in the sublime moment,
Lost in reverie, in a world of our own.

Then there were the three of us,
An inseparable trio as we imagined,
Nicknamed “The Three Musketeers”;

The drizzle soon turned into a downpour
With howling winds; a thunderstorm
Spread terror all round.
Overflowing rivers and submerged roads
Were akin to pouring oil into the fire.

At a loss for words am I
When I sit down to write
About my father, for, I have
Not the faintest memory of
Having seen him, or heard him.

The sweltering summer, at long last,
Gives way to monsoon in early June.
The title of this poem awakens in me
Recollections of a bygone era,
A trip down memory lane to the reopening
Of schools, heralding the onset of monsoon.