30X30: November Rain

Secretly, I always hope for rain in November. For November Rain. It always comes without warning. It's always beautiful. And, it always brings an unexpected flutter of joy. Even when it reminds me of nights spent clinging to tear-dried headphones and listening over and over again to Guns n Roses' November Rain.Then, it was about a song that could fill the void. Two years ago it was about a fleeting joy, encapsulated in a piece of poetry. Now, November Rain is about the added dash of joy to happiness. It's about the uplifting in uplift-ment.

November Rain (2007)

And, the rain came down
Slowly; Hurriedly
Lashing against
Now-spent-umbrellas,
Hastily sputtered-up pakodas,
Black taxi-cabs
And neon blue light auto-rickshaws.

Lashing against
Toes stepped upon
by a hundred, frenzied toes
Hands chanced upon
by a hundred, hungry hands
New-found love,
Glances unreturned.

And, the rain came down
Joyously; Hurriedly
Lacing bittersweet cups
of warm tea
Serenading pebbled excuses-
for city-streets

Hurling happiness
Hurtling despair
Twirling, for just an instant,
The little girls
With big black eyes
And rancid hearts
Of never-ever.

And, oh how the rain came down
Joyously; Hurriedly.


[All title credits with the creators of the song that has inspired many. 30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days. Follow the string here ]