Thursday, July 19, 2012

Monsoon Music

Drizzle of the monsoon on drought-ridden skin
Washes down brown barren leaves from my lips
To strum through my days, new sonatas on flute
That swell to the call of coal-coloured clouds
In raptures of notes unexplored.

Tracks that had grown all gravelled till now
Are stitched into patterns of sprouting new grass
Even as ducks and geese paddle forth
On ponds that are drummed with harmony of hearts
In these our days full of dimples on earth
That bubble with hymnals from choirs of toads.

Puzzled by joy, I wonder and watch
A world that is buzzing with news of our date.

17 comments:

Jack said...

The music of sound, sight, touch, and cohesion...very complete, incredibly thoughtful.

Also, it's great to see frequent posting from you.

Laurie Kolp said...

So beautiful... and I love the ending!

Gordon Gearhart said...

Everything flows together so well - beautifully written. Thanks for sharing such a marvelous poem.

Dennis Go said...

Nice imagery! Love it when nature is painted clearly through words.

Annette said...

I like the image of grass sprouting through the gravel.

PhotoDiction said...

Lovely imagery. I especially like : "full of dimples on earth / That bubble with hymnals from choirs of toads"

Thanks for a pleasant read today :)

Serena said...

My favorite line ... On ponds that are drummed with harmony of hearts. What a beautiful image.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love "that bubble with hymnals from choirs of toads." Beautiful writing, Abin.

Heaven said...

I like the rapture of notes unexplored and the joy of music, even from nature ~

Happy Sunday to you ~

Susan said...

"To strum through my days, new sonatas on flute
That swell to the call of coal-coloured clouds
In raptures of notes unexplored."
!!!!!!!!!
"Even as ducks and geese paddle forth
On ponds that are drummed with harmony of hearts
In these our days full of dimples on earth
That bubble with hymnals from choirs of toads."
!!!!!!!!!!!
You see, it is the whole poem, that date with the monsoon that brings beauty and not pain, that I love. The narrator may be the person who receives the gift or the god who creates it and now revels in the joy of what it has become?

Dave King said...

The rhythms communicate the feelings well. Love the ending. The poem brought an emotional response from me.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Drizzle of the monsoon on drought-ridden skin
Washes down brown barren leaves from my lips..

I especially love the sound qualities of your opening lines in this poem: the way the d's and b's work together with the double consonants and vowels. This is a wonderful technicality of your work, which I appreciate over and above your descriptions.

flipside records said...

I love this: "swell to the call of coal-coloured clouds"

Your closing makes me think that the whole world is singing for you because you're in love. Either you had a really great first date, or you've set a wedding date. Or maybe today is the wedding.

Aidz Giannini said...

Loved the opening set the tone

Kay L. Davies said...

There's a great deal of beauty in this, Abin, and I love the ending.
K

kaykuala said...

"In these our days full of dimples on earth. That bubble with hymnals from choirs of toads"

You captured it very well. The croaking of toads especially after a monsoon downpour. It's certainly is musical. Great write, Abin!

Hank

Cad said...

I sense the relief that rain brings after heat...