I craved for this since long
Peace, chai, winds around,
Glimpses of a favourite season
Add on to the list of reasons,
Are Indira’s horses really running over my head?
With thunderous feet and sudden screeches?
The sky changes colour in no time
The winds playing with Neem leaves, as if narrating a mime.
I wonder where those peacocks are spreading their gorgeous wings…
Then I look inside my heart and find it peeking.