Monsoon is here.... again

And monsoon is here ....... again

To remind me of

Some incomplete stories

Some nostalgic memories

Some long awaited moments

Trapped in astounding life diaries

Each drop having a life of its own

Ready to hit the surface, destroy its identity 

No fear of falling 

Irrespective of its force or velocity

Leaving the illusion entering the reality.

Then, pores of my skin opens up layer by layer

Blatently yearning for drops as they descend

Quenching thirst of decades, my cells would pretend

To engulf every atom, the I way I could never apprehend.

Knowing, I didn't expect a backup 

Making me almost give up

Then this one drop arrives from nowhere, as if destined to turn up

At that very place, that very moment

Which was affected the most from that breakup

And monsoon is here... again....

Teasing, "I'll charge you for every drop"

Be mindful before you shop"

Shingala responded 

"Hello....I can afford you season after season

Buying you outright giving no reason

But i would rather prefer entire ocean on hire

Because, you do not have enough,

Enough to douse my fire