Sunday 16 September 2012

Sans. On repeat.

              Summer break 2012. Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey - on repeat.

I'm feelin' electric tonight.

Summertime in York, monsoon in Mumbai. Let's runaway from reality and run towards romanticized monsoons. That's what poets and dreamers do, don't they? Poets are dreamers. Let's dream of poetry tonight. 

Rainy afternoons, steaming hot cappuccinos, soft jazz, great novels..


"It hasn't rained in a while", she said. "Your words are as dry as the soil. Your silence as piercing as the sun's scorching rays.
Shower your manuscript with ink. Drop after drop."

"Rain on me", she said.

And rain it did. And write I did. 

Lana Del Rey's voice, echoing in the rain,
And then the sun came out once again.

But, this time the lyrics are mine.
This time, it's -

Sans. On repeat. 

Raindrop. Drops.
More drops. Many drops.
Dropping down.
Pouring down.
Down on them. Deep down.
Drowning in the depths.
Depths of the moments.
More moments, like more drops.
Many moments and drops.
Pause.
Rewind.
Play.
Raindrops. Drops.
Lets fast forward the latter.
Pitter patter.
Pitter patter, mad hatter.
Oh, a rhyme. Rhythmic rain.
Rhythm and blues. 
Blue, one of many hues.
Many moments and drops.
Pause.
Rewind.                                                                                               
Aah, it’s a Repetition.
Aah! Epiphany. Synchrony.
Synchrony and harmony.
Drop. Drop. Drop.
Pitter patter. Thunder.
Lightening? They wonder.
Wonder… Fireworks?
Blue fireworks.
Violet, indigo, blue. Hues
A rainbow? Drops of rainbows?
Drops of rain.                                                                                                                 
Drops of sunshine.
Rain and sunshine.
Shine. Sparkle. Shimmer.
Alliteration, you beauty. 
Beauty in rhythmic rainbows.
Red, orange, yellows. 
Sun.
Rays pouring down.
Rays sans rain.
With or without.
Without him.
Her.
Sans.                                                                                                             
Repeat.


Mumbai monsoons, you are my muse. On repeat.                                  






                                                                     



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