The Monsoon Sky
Dimming it's last torch Off and on On and off And again on And again off He goes so for a couple of months With veils lied carelessly around him Grey, black white Making a mid Friday Look like a sunday about to end And another day just another one Another one which we forget to count on Another skies cry on earth a little Showing it a little less Timing time a bit fast And sometimes a little less Leaving me with a gloom And a frown and a question Is the time behind me? Or am i behind time?
Shreyaa Tandel is a self-established poet, or you can say amateur poet, from India. Her poems "Inadvertently Alive", "Virgin" and "Blackhole" have been published in the blue pages lit, and vamp cat magazine respectively. When she isn't writing or is glued in front of a computer/cell phone screen, she spends time singing north Indian classical music and reading the Bhagwad Gita and pretending very hard to be happy, even though she isn't. You can reach her at shreyaatandel1526@gmail.com.
She is a regular contributor to Marías at Sampaguitas.
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