Painting by Leonid Afremov
Figments of Monsoon
The tempestuous rains
slashes upon the windows
of my sub-consciousness
The paper boats float in
puddles, carved on the
wet lanes of my dreams
The ethereal air fills
my arid lungs with
a
tinge of petrichor
The parched longings
keep vanishing with
the hazy mirage
of my drunken desert
The hankering figments
burns bright and dissipates
within the chimera
of the delirious night
