Poring over pouring

A tinge of grey mars the heaven’s azure,
Ushers in soon a merry pitter-patter.
A moment apt for hot coffee or tea,
I am inclined to prefer the latter.

As drizzling clouds lazily drift away,
Awash is the city with colours bright.
A few colourful umbrellas dot the black canopy,
From my window, ’tis a remarkable sight.

Yet as the puddles start to brim up
Some, more busy, begin to resent.
As annoyed traffic clogs the streets,
Blaring horns echo the peacock’s lament.

Choosing footwear is a daunting puzzle,
Shoes soak, and slippers get sticky.
Most plans end up with staying indoors,
‘Coz raincoat or umbrella - that’s a problem tricky.

Yet for the momentary relief from blazing heat,
We await the first drop every year.
For the little joys it brings forth with it,
The discomfort one must bear.

Sounds of the Sea

Yesterday, the sea spoke to me,

It’s murmur, though, was faint.

Came to the ear but in the eye of the mind,

A picture it did paint.

Seated on a concrete ledge was I,

My feet hanging much above the tide.

The waves were crashing gently beneath,

On countless memories they did ride.

Friendly voices chirped beside me,

An unending expanse lay ahead.

In that instant, the buzzing streets behind,

Were muffled to the silence of the dead.

Filling the moment with boundless joy,

Was the magic floating through the draft.

My reverie went on till a playful drop,

Pulled me out with a tingling start.

I looked around at familiar faces,

Wishing I could hold the instant forever. 

Yet, like the waves, fleeting it shall remain,

Memories, to eternity, we shall savour.