Whispers of the Monsoon

In twilight's hush, the sky dissolves,
A silver veil through silence sways,
Clouds gather like ancient thoughts—
Heavy with dreams, and myths, and rain.

The wind, a flute in forest hands,
Weaves through the jasmine's bowed delight,
Each leaf a listener, still and green,
Bathed in the hush of coming night.

Raindrops fall like sacred chants,
Soft beads on banyan arms they cling,
The earth exhales in petrichor,
A breath of roots, of soil, of spring.

Hills shimmer in their spectral coats,
Cascading veils of drifting mist,
While rivers hum their lullabies,
To stones long kissed and stars long missed.

The moon, behind a gauzy cloud,
Watches the world in wet repose,
And frogs compose their midnight hymns
Beneath the lotus as it glows.

O monsoon—ghost of waterlight,
You walk between the dusk and dawn,
A whispered prayer from sky to earth,
And in your tears, the world is drawn

Ananya

Colours and Shades of Monsoon - Artwork by Adit Anjali Kaushik