Music Of Monsoon Poem by lalitha iyer

Monsoon brings in cool rains
the colour of earth it lovely paints
it is true that rains heal
all the wounds that summer peals

What odd transformations
with rain rains new passions
strange emotions, secure-less illusions
silly lusts and stupid profusions.

Rain Queen arrives later
first comes the whistling wind
pregnant with moist love
the winds dance around every country leaf

she does not arrive quiet
the air metamorphosed into some delicate night
day is singing with luxurious feelings
sun to rains, the heart claps and mind flutters wings.

If the air is so beautiful before she comes
if the message is so sweet in itself
if the engagement is in Paradise
if the window opened is full of light
how could I describe the Monsoon delight?

When you hear the knock at green door steps
tip-tap, sip-sap, softly, gently and then paces
the lovely embrace tightens its grips
whispers loudly start announcing
and it is clear, she is sure to descend
the rains blending and bleaching pure
earth with muddy paint
and nature with flawless taint.

Music she brings pop and popular
it pitches high and low, hard and fast
rhythmic drops they patter upon rooves
designing forms upon the ground
and deeply ponding every country mount

I am speechless, reactions statued
expressions solidified to wax perplexions
to what lofty heavens did she lift me
to what paradise did she transfer mine's
Music is not what ear hears
music is not just what harmonious sound weaves
music is finding a rhythmn in life
some meaning when the heart opens out
some sudden hand from deepest caves
something connects you to some inner in-thing
some delightful meaning for your existence
you find the cord, all discords melting imminently
some clue, oh no, it is an answer to the ageless torment
Music sweep away and here vanishes the gap of imprisoned
the cage is broken open, the bird is free in glee
Music is in the sound of branches and trees
birds chirp and clouds burp
but rain's music fills me completely divined.