My Monsoon Reveries

Absentmindedly put a vinyl on the record player,

An antique I'd picked from the roadside trailer.

Brewed some hot coffee at the kitchen counter

To the slow beat, across the room I saunter.

Plop down on a cushion at the window sill

Feet snugly curled, a well mastered skill.

In reflection to my thoughts, clouds outside spill

Eager pen, an empty book, a deadline to fulfil.

Pitter-patter in rhythm against the window pane

Lost in thought, I drift down the memory lane,

Jumping in the backyard puddles of the first rain

Driven back right inside with Grandpa’s willow cane.

Flash forwards, some boring exam in the downpour

Distracted I daydream, a minute or about four

Tiny mewling,a drenched kitten shivering by the door

Test forgotten I rush out, guess what mattered more?

Furthermore, I’m stuck in a place clocking hours

A routine job, with huge workload towers

In the black pool of umbrellas,only one with red flowers

Amidst all the grumbling, enjoying the showers.

A draft of breeze, brings me back with pangs of hunger

The coffee’s gone cold, sure to gain Mom’s anger

Mouth-watering aroma in the air lingers

Mm.. Pakoras!! Poetry will have to wait until longer...