The sky is shy. The wind is heavy. The day is dark. An imminent sense of foreboding is lurking around, hanging like the headless ghost in a haunted palace.
My mood is gloomy and full of lethargy. I am lazily waiting for time to do it's job. Life has suddenly lost all it's meaning and direction. The setting around me isn't helping either.
Gone is the time when hope would shower elaborately on my back. Change has enveloped the faint glimmer that could spark progress. Pessimism has filled the empty spaces everywhere.
It's an extreme form. And nature lavishly endorses it. It's the monsoon's.
Murky skies, covered sunshine and doomed skies. A sense of disaster cloaking the atmosphere. Dark days. Heavy nights. To sum it up, impending and prolonged hope which doesn't come true.
Moments that can shatter faith and hope.
But, when the dormant patience rises to the menial task of waiting and pledges it's soul in trust, nature rewards the patient soul. Beyond the joy of the first drops of rain, it nourishes the empty vessel with a regular bowl of happiness and a glass of bliss.
When the skies paint the horizon with kaleidoscopic colors and the drizzle summons the earth to smile, moments of glory are minted and hope returns with a smugly lit face.
The flowers sparkle and open up to look at the colors that nature spreads on it's infinite canvas, while putting every painter to shame.
The marvels of rainbows that bless our being and the mockery they make of astral planes. Logic and reason fail to comprehend the magic that trickles down to every single being.
Sprinkling of water has started to pour. The air has borne happiness from it's painful wait. My eyes have started to brighten. Obdurate dejection has started to melt away in the glassy rains.
The mountains of fear have started to fall apart with the incessant efforts of the rain. Lessons are learnt and meaning has returned.
A moment of victory has paved the way for another battle, yet again.
Growing anxieties keep echoing over and over again when the stubborn clouds start to evade from yielding the treasure in it's trunks.
Monsoon, monsoon, why don't you come again, my heart says!!
