I love post-shower drips, I inform him,
watching leaky trees choreograph silver missiles,
and so enamored am I by the perfect roundness of his belly button,
the brownness of the eyes that follow my tongue,
that your shadow slips away unnoticed
and I sleepily type in retrospect
this perfunctory ode to you,
a forgotten love.
[…] This piece was originally published in India Currents magazine. Written as an opinion piece for a print publication, it is longer than the usual post, so sit back with a nice cuppa. And share your favorite memories of your favorite season (I’m hoping it’s the monsoon!) Oh, and for other rain-related posts, read this and this. […]
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Ultra Violet
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
why do the shadows have to slip away unnoticed.. why am i always the shadow
V: Welcome. Another addition to the list of people who believe I write about them. 😛
You don’t? Damn.
Damnhobsons: Yeah. Damn.
Am smiling, my darling OJ
You love your rainy spray
Eyes follow tongue
An ode gets hung
Yet again, you take my breath away!
Aunty G: I am so anti-Zen, no? 😀
Enjoyed reading it again
Remember really savoring it then
When the neem trunk turns deep brown
And clean, rain-laden leaves droop down
That’s my feeling of attaining Zen!