The rains are here
predestination of those wind
and I suffer delusions of memory
as the mind whirls into myths of past stoppages, slushy
fields, the old school building and the swimming pool
with shades too blue
as the rains rattle window panes
I heave breaths of ponderous time movement
of these hills as their greenish blue colours
take time for spin off into blurry past.
The Monolith festival will be on soon
and man's neolithic age will be proven
by researchers. But how these hills anarchic
took off into time will be a question
best unanswered. For they came before primordial
time pushing out history with elbows.
And left scars and wounds as witness.
Ananya S Guha