Rain retain.

I don't want to get saturated in the torrent

For it only melts my skin.

My heart and my soul were thawed,

Just by the rumor if it.

In a very ill fitting setting

On a television channel they declared,

"Monsoons to come early to Mumbai this year"

I smelted then and there.

Now the rains just validate it.

I need to keep a morsel of my soul

My skin, fingertips and my eyes,

To write about it, to put into words.

And so I’m not getting moist.

Like a greedy man who picked up more than he could hold

I will not act.

And so I’m missing, from you gentle rain.

By the balcony of my tiny abode, I stand,

Relaxed by your droplets echoed from a surface on me.

I don’t even sing in the rain,

It sings to me,

Songs of love misplaced and lovers.

We keep our own spaces,

Rain outside and me indoors.

Content.