That curtails playful moods of summer sunsets,
Holding back smiles behind the window panes,
The dark hovering around the mind like beetles.
Glaring the roadside views,bring some hope;
The vehicle vipers cleansing the inner vision;
The yellow beams that fall in my eyes
Then through the nerves to the mind..
The solo beams of hope in the dark around me
Brighting up monsoon souls of solitude
From shores to shelves of heart-
Blows the iceworn wind;all memorable nostalgias..
Yet again another monsoon here,
It rains cooling the hearth of heart,
The pains of past, pains of love..
Awakes the seeds from slumber,hopes of future..
-Ajith Vijayan
