My dark blossom,
I saw you blooming.
Each of your petals
made the moon and stars dim
till they all blotted out.
You were happy, weren’t you?
I heard your timpani laughter.
now all the embers under my feet
will turn into soft grass once more.
I will cease to be a fire-walker.
The dark one
I have been waiting for you
for your fragrant moist touch
on this feverish skin.
You are never a mere flower
but my kohl eyed beauty
who ends all desert days.
I will cup
every drop of mercy
to drink to my fill.
*Krishnakoli (black-bloom) is a famous song of Tagore. Protagonist is a dark skinned damsel.
Posted for Sanaa’s prompt: Rain showers my spirit and waters my Soul  @ A Dash Of Sunny for her Prompt Nights
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
32 thoughts on “Monsoon”
What a great piece of writing especially comparing the rain clouds to a kohl eyed beauty. She would be most welcome!
Oh!!! I am practically fainting from delight to read this lush blend of sensuality and mystery. Very beautiful, Sumana.
Love the mythical tone, the dance between an accusation and a prayer, the way the poem sounds as if the speaker is shaking her finger at the subject. And the imagery is pure yumminess.
And it will rain. Soon. I heard that India has a record of high temperature nowadays. Hope you are fine there, Sumana. The longing, the thirst, are very evident here.
Beautiful Sumana….. love the Tagore reference.. when your poems take this tone they rise to a surreal level and touch my heart…
The opening line certainly set the tone of this poem beautifully – dark, brooding..aching for rain to quell the need and break those heavy skies..
This is has to be a favorite of yours ever. The dreaminess and sorrow blending with metaphors and references to Tagore. Truly wonderful.
This is lovely, filled with sensuality and longing,,
this is one of the best Sumana – those lines ‘I will cease to be a fire-walker” convey so well the turning from dust to lush.
Oh, this is so beautiful, Sumana.
“I will cup
every drop of mercy
to drink to my fill.”
Those words take my breath away!
Gosh! This is absolutely incredible writing Sumana 😀 love the reference to ” for your fragrant moist touch on this feverish skin.” I took the opportunity and listened to Krishnakoli such a wonderful song by Rabindranath Tagore ❤ Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support 😀
Lots of love,
Very strong and original write – I enjoyed this very much…
Love the dark, mystical sensuality and mystery…beautiful!
And I see you switched to WP….love the theme you chose.
Oh yes, I see the mercy dropping not “like the gentle rain from heaven” (Shakespeare), but as dark and full of passion as the first cause, the need for healing, the burning embers. Oh it is a beauty! to be so blessed by darkness and its passing.
I most love that, in hearing her timpani laughter, the ashes will turn to soft grass under your feet once again. And that you will cup every drop of mercy. A truly gorgeous poem, Sumana.
“I heard your timpani laughter.” “I will cup every drop of mercy”
Amazingly beautiful and sensual
Beautiful writing Sumana!
Truly beautiful imagery. I hear your words as if spoken by the earth itself 😀 XXX
Sumana–for me, this may be some of the best of your writing that I have read–beautifully done
This is beautiful Sumana. Such a lovely prayer to Krishnakoli. It reads like something very special, sacred.
One can’t stop appreciating fine blooms which now may sadly give way to hot summer. Wonderful lines Sumana!
A wondertul mystic quality imbues this piece … the lovely cascade of metaphors beautifully expresses longing and hope. Superb!
This is exceptional poetry. I’m particularly enamored of the first piece, along with the last four lines of the second.
Sumana, I’m always learning something new, in different perspectives from very basic universal experiences. This is enjoyable.
Delicious. It feels like an intense part of a passionate legend.
What a beautiful song-like piece! Full of passion and feeling.
What a beautifully poised love poem. I found it so moving to read.
This is one exceptional poem by you, Sumana. It’s accomplished in every way, and a joy to all senses. Outstanding!
oh wow! this is an absolute beauty about the monsoon. i like how you liken the dry earth to a fire-walking pit. 🙂