Strangers with an old link

The morning is merry making
Though the night was a nightmare...
The guests have arrived in thousands
Their velvety, ashy tents are jammed with bags and baggages
And their unpack ac, installed now.

The air is strangely cool
Sensing this
Their is a houch pouch in bird colony that i can see
As i stepped outside my house and started a slow walk ...
Seeing me around the birds tried to communicate something that i failed to grasp
So they started singing an old forgotten song
Of a silver trout that started it's journey from the mountain to the ocean...
The trees without flower are still
Innumerable seeds under the earth awaiting for the great cover to slide
The song of the old fountain is alive in the air...
Any moment the show will be on.

Welcome guests
Feel at home
Says the expectant, greedy soil.
Kicking their heavy utensils
In deep slumber,
And awakening with its sound
The foreigners with giant heavy ashy, smoky bodies
Said- thank you
And perhaps they washed their face
And it rained...

Birds stopoed singing
Sitting very still now,
Their tiny bodies soaked with fresh sky water,
Which they dont mind...
They remebered
It had been so every year
The scorching heat of the Sun
Is a giagntic magnet
That pulls the pleasant murmur of the clouds
And Rain !

Airavat trumpets...
Indradev smiled as his chariots of thousand one black clouds
Glides quite close to the earth
Souls of the earth
Folded their hands
Showing joyous honour.

Everything silent
Only the rain sings now
Drip drip... triiip tupp.. tap...