Raigarh
The winds of monsoon Have a different colour. At Raigarh People ran helter-skelter But we both knew Umbrellas are best left behind Sometimes In Renoir’s art SO, we stood alone On a precipice Of the fecund fort Running amok with green; We stood - Staring at a waterfall Rising up In the convection blood Of the monsoon winds Have you ever seen a reverse Waterfall? It will feel as if Even the mighty stream Of recalcitrant time Runs backwards Saying, here’s one more chance Before the rains end Waters gush up And dissipate in inexistence You smile - ‘That the rains Return to the rains Sometimes, even the Earth’s gravity Is not strong enough’ But we both knew Deep within Eventually the weight of the nimbus clouds Would land it all back On terra firma - A juggling act of deceit That sometimes lone passers-by Feel there is hope Against hope That time can run backwards still You can cover all the sentinels On these hills here But to see the rains running ...
