Megh

Megh is Rainy Season Raga & can be play anytime of the day.

The sky was cloudy as I

Am I in or am I out, I couldn’t feel.

The soft whisper of evening saying

Am asleep.

But, was I?

I could hear the evening madness

In the bypass below my flat;

I could smell the incense stick

And had heard the blow of conch.

I knew I was awoke thinking nothing.

But, was I?


Daily Prompt: Lurch

16 responses to “Megh”

  1. Your poem is beautifully introspective!

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  2. It makes me wonder who the “I” is that wakes. If the “I” is too individuated, we may lose who the “I” really is.

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  3. I like the parallel of the rain to the sense of play and the dreaminess of the season. So childlike. Plus, the painting is wonderful.

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  4. The picture is delicious as is the sentiment of the words, those moments between sleep and wakefulness.

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  5. I love the atmosphere conveyed in:
    ‘I could hear the evening madness
    In the bypass below my flat;
    I could smell the incense stick
    And had heard the blow of conch’.

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