Friday, May 26, 2006

Rain..yet again

If a hundred amethysts melted, and a handful of pink sapphires were crushed and diluted in ambrosia and spilt over bisque velvet, that would be the sky now. And white brittle splinters that aren’t glass but water fall so regally from its tender expanse.

Watch these splinters.

See them against the lamp light, see them on trees, on the roads, on the smooth cheek of a child, on the dull pane of a window, on a hawker’s brown wooden stall.

Rain.

How easily it makes the longing worth it all.

6 comments:

Ameet said...

Mukta - you've done it again! I'm speechless.

Chai Anyone? said...

beautiful description using beautiful imagery.

Blythe Spyryt said...

An amazing sight...hope i get to see it some day here.

Khakra said...

Add the smell of earthen pot and it reminds me of Satyajit Ray's imagery on monsoon in his movies. The man was a genius. Why he never made our daily showers look as exciting beats me..

Anonymous said...

good lord, you have a way with words!

Alka said...

PLEASE, publish THIS at your blog.It might help them.