Basking in the Sun

There was a time,

when the sun used to peeped through the clouds

in a monsoon morning or

when the morning was late and lazy and study books closed,

I used to lie down where the pencils of the rays used to draw their lines–

it might be the edge of the bed or the girth of a window.

The warmth of them was not a scorching one but a welcoming caressing one.

The seasonal breeze used to cafune through the dense young hairs,

and the eyes closed tried to absorb the love hidden in the sun.


This is the time

when the sun peeped through the clouds

in a monsoon morning or

when the morning is old and am out of the air conditioned cabin

for a smoke.

I put on my shades as the eyes get titillated, and then

curse the season and its sun.

The vacant created out of the people working around

and my forgotten goals

I am the bit of the time as the smokes whirled up and vanishes in the air.

Sangbad, 09-22-2019

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Good to see you here after so long!!

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    1. Sangbad says:

      Thanks for checking up on me…posting another one tonight…let me know what you think…

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        1. Sangbad says:

          Will wait for the review

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