evening of theatre,
thick carpets, warm laughter,
pouring outside - a stormy night;
a good old hindi vetaran making you laugh some, cry some-
we break for sandwiches, strong coffee -
then laugh some more;
heading home in the rains,
walking along a sea gone wild,
dimly the street lights flicker above;
chuck the umbrella its too windy anyways;
a nest of confused curls - damp, dripping;
carrying a cloud overhead;
patiently waiting outside a crowded restaurant,
a steaming bowl of soup warms the trembling fingers.
last local home -
tonight again, eyes close before the day does.
monsoons in mumbai -
love it, hate it,
then hate it some more,
and miss it when its gone,
that annoying old friend
i just can't get rid off.
