Fluid of my Season – Bombay, April 2003

The rain is sweet and soft

And streaming

Over the skinfilm of my eyelids.

Drops confuse themselves

Amidst each other

In tears and monsoon-water.

I remain shut-eyed,

Ever-consoled by the fluid of my season.

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oolszimp says:

this calmed me and saddened me and i can’t stop reading these words, over and over. this struck a chord.
i think i smell rain. in the desert.

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