Saturday, May 8, 2010

Drenched in June
first monsoon
the muddy path turn
into mist

And a purple evening
dripping green
foliage moist
gloomy hill

Monastery bells
and clouds rumble
wrapping tight the
shawl woolen

chilled and numb
desiring warmth
where are you
my hill station

of love

1 comment:

  1. teri raah dekh raha hai shayad... kisi bheege huwe mod par... woh pyaar bhara saawan tumhara...