You - My ethereal monsoon

Seasons, have I felt and seen;

But the sight of you was the onset of

the first drop of monsoon.

Oh! How I craved to be drenched in thy showers of care.

And, when you sensed my yearnings,

You did allow me to feel it,

Though momentary!

-As you are the monsoon & you never stay around.

But when I know that my cravings were not futile;

I’d; with honest love, prayers and hope

Await thy return….

Your voice resonates in my head...

   On a moment’s notice, even without knowing who you are,

I became enamored by you.

Now I fail to realize what I’ve become…

I fancy listening to your voice. It is like a gentle touch that sends chills through my entire body.

A touch of unspoken words and facts that are yet to be spoken.

At times, I’m forced to render your lips motionless from uttering anything; by pressing my lips against yours. Now I can feel your unspoken words, stealthily finding an escape route to my heart, drenching my entire body with your voice.

Though my eyes have become a stranger to your physical existence, I sigh no regrets but my heart aches and my eyes fill up every time, I fail to listen to your conjuring words…..

All I mumble against the pounding of my heart – “I miss your presence”