Sunday, August 22, 2010

Standing in the rain

The wiper draws semicircles
On the windshield
The drizzle trickles like sweat
To the driver's left
I stand by the front seats
In a mildly crowded Sunday bus
Breezing downtown
Through the empty college road
Now turned a Monet
With the early street lights
Running wavy orange strokes
Down its length.
I watch the tall trees
Tamarind, sleepy-faced and the nameless ones
Looking even more alluring
In the shower.
I look around
For an empty seat
For a better view
Of the familiar sights
In their wet attire.
As no one gets off
I resign myself
To my standee position.
My stop is still some way off
But I cannot complain
For the rain suddenly
Breaks into a dance
On the puddles.


P. Venugopal said...


Balachandran V said...

Absolutely lovely! If you had turned around, you would've seen me standing just behind you! :)

'empty College Road turned into a Monet, with the early street lights running wavy orange strokes'...

Nobody could've said it better.

One of the best poems I have read in recent times. Shall check out the earlier posts.