The windows were kept open during the whole evening
Expecting the return of the monsoon rain….
Violet was the flower of love
Violet loved a vagabond and was lost in finding him
The river craved for her heart..
I love my random thoughts and the its hot smell
Once the thoughts are out I give it up for the skies
Freed thoughts dwell in the leisure plane of the green sky
The sky green with earthy hopes and wet memories