A monsoon evening – from fears to cheers

In this life that we live, we often hit some turn,

That we get scared with the lessons it wants us to learn.

It can mount so much – these fears,

That we often get our eyes wet with tears.

Here again see the irony life wants us to learn,

Even when full with salty water, the eyes do burn.

Then just remember, the pain is all just in the perception,

Life sets multiple paths ahead of us, its all about our selection.

I look up at the sky, thinking that it may divert my mind,

That there must be an easy way out, its just on me to find.

Looking at the sky, I realize, Oh my God.!! The time is that of monsoon,

And its such a beautiful evening, not like a dry smug summer noon.

Look at the mixture of colours the sky is having,

Its truly a scenario worth watching.

But looking at all of it, I get what I seek,

The lessons we can learn, in the clouds, leaves and even the sunlight that is bleak.

Lets start with the colour of clouds,

The lesson they teach is very loud.

Red: It may mean anger or love.

If seen sadly, the red seems anger and it feels bad,

If seen happily, clouds seem showering love saying “take it may young lad”.

Black: It can mean the dark or the essence.

If seen sadly, black clouds feel like a bad omen,

If seen happily, the black forms the essence.

What I mean is imagine the monsoon scenery without the colour black,

They seem lacking something that must be given back.

Blue: Waste of space or the canvas.

If seen sadly, blue feels like a waste of space,

It says who chooses to watch me when there are red, white and black to place.

When seen happily, blue is canvas of the painting of the evening sky, we seem to realize,

Without the base it provides, the scene is tough to materialize.

White: Sad or spokesperson.

When sad, we feel that white is like us, sad and gloomy,

But we realize when we are happy, that no one in this world is as happy as white,

Every colour comes out vibrantly on it, be it dark or light.

Now, as the rain drops start to play,

Even they have things they want to say.

The drops says just like the we come and go,

Let the pain in yourself out – let it flow.

The drops dare us to imagine,

On a happy note: They are like small diamonds, extracted from the mines called clouds,

And ending on the palms of people in the crowd.

On a sad one: They say we start so high in the sky,

Still we end up even under the foot of people and after some time we dry.

You may feel that monsoon sunlight is so low,

But in reality this is one of its most different show.

Look at the rays of sun as it scatters on the clouds,

The beauty of it is so immense that you can never cover it with a shroud.

Not to forget the green colour of the leaves after the rains,

They make us so happy that we can forget all our pains.

Leaves are of colours other than green , I agree,

But that’s also way of nature to tell us that to pick your own colour you are free. ! :)

After this light rain, things are a bit clear,

The mind is now sort of rid of fears.

I know now that I will try and will try again,

And there will be a day when my efforts would not go in vain.