A Tribute to the Monsoons in KolkataA Poem by Shreya DasKolkata is known for its trams, British architecture, yellow taxis, football craze and love for the local Mohan Bagan team and Durga Puja festival held in October. These elements are captured here.A mighty July evening in my town.... Pouring rain, halogen lights and the 'neon', Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare.... Across the confused street and beyond - struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and the 'neon'.
The neon - that glares out from moving headlights and dances on the rain, The otherwise Invisible Rain!
I watch the moving neon... Sometimes caressing the trailing tram lines, and sometimes caressing the Unknown.
I sit by my 50 year old balcony, and listen to the dancing rain, in melancholy, on an asbestos roof nearby, that shelters humble souls and meagre appetite.
Across the road stand two Gothic pillars. The British are bygone, but they have left behind these stellars. They have now been renovated, of late. They now stand painted blue & white. Earlier they used to be red.
I stretched my palm a little to feel the rain. A sudden thunder rattled the North side window pane. I took a piece of paper, scented and blue.. To write a letter of Love- To an old friend of mine, worthy and so true.
A friendship that had withstood tests of time. No matter what had come, at the end it was always fine. Like and imperfect maiden, both sombre and sultry; My friend chose more days of Chaos, than Mohan Bagan's football victory.
But what a charming friend she is, beautiful and my very own My love grows stronger each day for her, for My Kolkata, my town.
The rains will soon be gone. She will emerge clean and strong! Will wait for the October Drums! I will wait for the Gaia song... © 2015 Shreya DasReviews
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StatsAuthorShreya DasKolkata, West Bengal, IndiaAboutI am a Doctorate in Transportation Engineering but a passionate blogger, poet, photographer and painter. I travel quite frequently and love to pen down my experiences more..Writing
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