Monsoon Stroll

Hats off to such wind swept weather
And walking in it in a huddle
It's the joy of soaking in it together
And splashing about in every puddle

In The Buff

When rain dance is all

Such a huge rage

Why should my clothes

Take centrestage

Kho Kho 3.1

Kabaddi and kho-kho
Not the games children
Play anymore
How does one move them
From this state of inaction

Probably by giving them
Geeky versions on Playstation

Rickshaws In The Rain

How I am loving
This three-wheeler race
Where passengers can only
Scream and shout
Begging us to slow down
With their hearts
In their mouths

One In a Crowd

Kept aside as an excellent specimen
Does not mean you belong
To an order that's higher

All it does is ensure you are
Marked out for being roasted first
Over an open fire

Waiting Forever

Here's a universal truth

That goes without debate

Time really drags

When you are lying in wait

Tower Of Brilliance

While I invite everyone
To huff and puff
Up all my floors
Let me remind you
I am partial to those
With vertigo