Monsoon Moods! Poem by lalitha iyer

I am lazy;
I am cozy;
leaning against my easy chair
with my legs held upon a stool rare
my being looped
to look at the sky
with clouds of urging cries
how they vanish?
how they appear?
breezed in
and squeezed out
what lovely emotions
the speechless marvels carry through
Rains!
oh! Many a legends
many a creative hearths
many a births and
many a deaths
many a chilling partings
walking alone in the rainy nights
Rains have a page in every man's life
the nameless moods
that assemble the brains
now i want to eat
next i want to heat
my numb legs
and nestling thighs
then i want to coil inside
with my kiddies under a blanky
watching movies
under the nets
whistling and whispering
inside the dark cover
of the thick over covers
to play the card games
circled around
smile in peace
as memories ease;

the air is sticky
as if each atom licks
some soft breast
yielding some milky chest
some yearning of distant teens
some 'if onlys' hovering and haunting............

the gloomy shadows
they trail behind
lurking behind the curtains' shade
listening to some pessimistic maid
sobbing over sinking tides
every man and woman rides
in the reins of monsoon bride
some in glee, some unfree,
some drunken,
some stubbornly refusing
to yield to the storming rings................