The cold winds and the water falling from above,
Gets us drenched with a feeling of oneness and love…
Let us all dance and talk and play in this first rain,
Let us keep aside our inhibitions and brain…
Happy Monsoons…
This is what I had written last year, but the experience this year has been completely different.

Waiting at my window sill,
Watch the water droplets drip,
Dancing as if it is a drill,
Love the drop upon my lip…
I am fine no need of a pill,
The winds blow as they whip,
My life is great, no need of a fill,
Get out and love is the tip…
Am trying to write something in a different way. Maybe the poem might not make sense as a whole, but read the alternate lines and they tell a different story. You will find poem in line 1,3,5 and 7 as well as in line 2,4,6 and 8.
Please drop a message telling me if you liked it or suggesting some other ways to do my poems. Always open for love and criticism.