Of Drizzles And Dreams

With every step, 

The drizzle felt so much dearer,

The breeze and the soot smelled so welcome, 

The orange sky at its resplendent best, 

When the orchestra was cranking up, 

The train's horn couldn't be far behind.

From a dimly lit window, flowed in a song

Don't insist on leaving today! 

My sight was getting blurred

Couldn't tell if it was the droplets on my glass,

Or moistness elsewhere,

The steps, the sight, the touch, the smell, and the song 

Begged a thought -

Why live for dreams

When you can live them! 

There's a music in the train,
A storm was building up in the rain,
Like the storm that was raking up within,

That tempted a train of thoughts, 

Of the wind playing pranks on you,

And you hugging on to your chunni,

Of the breeze that left your golden locks awry, 

The smile that escaped your lips, as you gave up trying,

And the breeze fell for it, 

So did I,

Watching you from the afar,

As the flurry of colours swept gently in,

I couldn't resist a thought,

Why crave for dreams, 

When you can live them! 

The sight of the pristine nature,

Deep, calm and melodious,

The manicured landscapes,

The lush green everything,

The raw smell of coffee from the estates,

The stream that lazed along over the sparkling stones,
That tempt you to slow down and notice,

And there as you stood, 

With silence that spoke a thousand words,

And looks that brewed a million thoughts, 

I couldn't help the thought,

Of us crossing the street,

When you suddenly clasped my hands,
And almost held me firm, and tugged close to you,

And your eyes wouldn't tell

If it was the concern, or the need for a hug.

In the drizzle, enjoying the smell of soot,

As I walked along, 

When the wind pushed me back,
And from somewhere the song played in loops,  

Don't insist on leaving tonight,

I had just one thought

Why die for dreams

When you can simply live them! 

© Sashikant Mohanty