Rainday at Connaught Place (poem)

Rainday at Connaught Place

A finely etched silhouette
Everything elegantly wet
The girl in orange tunic waltzes
with an imaginary rose stem
between her teeth
looking at where the full moon was
last night: the day of the colours


Let us share the loves of others
touch the corner pins
of shared umbrellas,
recall our own stupidities
and youthful follies.
While the girl with large earrings
large, very large
agreeably nods away

Slush! Slush! Slush!
Impressionistic slush!
Designer street at dusk:
Neem leaves on red sandstone
leave signature smooches
on God’s Own Catwalk
while neon-kisses rain on the city.
We seek excuses to get caught
in the drizzle.
Spring rains are such

© N.Madhavan, 2013