And then it rained

Roaring waves speak to me
The message she sent,
Heavens cry out to me
The tears she wept,
Air carries the storm to me
The storm inside her heart.

These waters that wash my feet
Are telling me to hold on,
She is sleeping peacefully
And wants to hold on to me.

The skies thunder and concur me
Not let me allay the pain;
They speak of the angst
And point me to where she lain.

The breeze is moist with her tears
As the salt touches my lips,
Its the permit from her to me
In her heart she still keeps.

Rains. Mumbai.

Gone are the days, from the city of dreams,
When the heavens burst, and the dwellers screamed.

Gone are the days, from the eyes of the grey
The sea used to roar, land washed by waves.

Gone are the days, from lives of the vendors,
The young used to eat, while love pondered.

Gone are the days of happiness from peasants,
The lived another year, life looked pleasant.

Gone are the days, for flora and fauna,
Humans struck the mute, for they did not harm us.

Welcome the days of dark and gloom,
The rains are absent, so are the blooms,
The man of today, seen the nature to click,
For the generations to come, for them to view and shriek.

--(C) Alok Shah