Back! Back Again!

Well now i can safely say>>>"Monsoon is here"
As if it had erred a fortnight ago with the words of Arnold, "I'll be back."
8th of July unfolded with a hazy cloud cover overwhelming the whole city as if trying to mourn for those who had died in terrorist attacks in London last year. The visibility seemed to be minimum for the whole day as people waded through the brown curtains to their pursuits.About me, Well i was all day locked behind the doors, fledgling with the passive life of mine, taking soothe in artificial cool of the AC. But i had some other things to be happy for...i crossed the final frontier~~~...I am an Engineer now~~~~....."full fledged." Not like an embryonic fresher, trying to fiddle with the ED sheets and addled by the asinine first year subjects. It seems as if a whole eon has just gone by, scinitilating and ravishing.But we have come out victorious, though battered, withered, wilted, decrepit, enervated and what not. ok now back to the mausam.....

i tend to dip into reverie very often:)....sorry for that.

the hazy day slept with the same blanket it had wrapped all day.
And as i woke up today at 10 A.M.(Its a sunday, so don raise your eyebrows:)I looked out of the window of my room, ans to my amazement, it was all semi-dark outside.As if the daylight was late to wake up like me. I watched the whole vista, agape, rubbing my eyes, and then rocked back to the terrace to see the spectacle. The cloud cover had diluged the azure with a orage+brown+a tinge of black over-coat. Man it was awesome. Not very often do you see such beauty of nature. And soon the pearls began to swooped down on the parched earth in abbendum to the ever mystifying zephyr.And now as i key down these words, i can enjoy the distant rattle of the clouds, the sprawling drops of rain, hitting the datum with vengeance, the voice of Ronan Keating filling my room, saying,"The Smile on your face lets me know that you need me, coz the truth in your eyes saying u'll never leave me, the touch of your hand syas u catch me whenever i fall............you say it best...~~~~.

~~~~When You Say nothing at all~~~~~"
the salubrious climate turns me on...just like it does to any other poet..and for that matter, to all the mortals, coz i feel every man (you can also read woman) is a poet at heart....Everyone question has an answer...it's upon you to ask the right question for the correct answer.But no one can decipher the vagaries of nature..............."You say it best.....when you say nothing at all"
Chao! and Deus Vobiscum.......to all..... Enjoy and splash in the rain...remember Monsoon in India is not simply rain, it's a Season...A season to fall in love and a season to be loved...."Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish".
P.S.:No real time snaps this time....:)