Tuesday, 23 July 2013

tropical storm

a tropical storm
brewed over the republic of tooting
-uprooting, any notion of sleep-
eluding, any dry form that might keep
itself to itself 
for all of a sudden fat monsoon rain
fell from the midnight sky
so I went outside 
in the garden and they were there already
in the lightning flashes I saw them 
over joyed
soaking in the rain
I felt like I was nine years old again
in Lahore, watching it pour
watching them laugh
so I closed the door 
and joined them