Soothing summer breeze
stands on the edge
as monsoon shoves her way
with anticipated promise of drizzly days
Summer fulfilled his vow
of crispy dry clothes and luring the animals wild
to a wet oasis
followed by a prolonged dry spell
Today in Mumbai city,
touched by the soothing breeze
butterflies galore and goosebumps reveled
start of a 'pudding' story
Aroused by craving for 'pudding' or the advent of a new season
Not sure which one, or may be both, I thought
of floaters and flip flops,
shorts and singlets
Drenched dates,
wet love affairs,
Inviting friends to jump in puddles
or meet the roaring waves in a group cuddle
Chai cuttings, bhajis and wada paavs
of savoring a hot coffee in bed
A 'pudding' bite to complement the bitter taste
A 'pudding' bite that would make my day.
Then again,
sick of potholes and wet grounds
we wait for the wet spell to pass
in premonition of winter chills to thrill
Cycle of seasons change
One gets over the drenched dates
Some wet affairs last
adoring the good seasons of past
Then, I imagine, if 'pudding' was a person I loved,
Irrespective of the mood or craving,
I had savor a bite each day
ceremoniously celebrating the ritual
Butterflies shall fly away, goosebumps shall bid adieu,
But someday again, on another breezy morning,
while I savor my bite,
they would marvel out of the blue
Seasons are meant to change
From June, December to May,
Some wet affairs are designed to stay
like my 'pudding' bite each day.
