So distant and I can yet hear you whisper
I can feel you smile
And I can see your touch.
The monsoon, oh! The monsoon
Makes me loose my normal.
And I drift to what I call a phase
'I am happy and yet not content'.
The rains remind the incomplete.
All I remember are the things
I couldn't have.
So now I call you a 'thing'.
Like the cold air my heart has gone
Cold for you.
And yet I know what you would have felt
If now you were here.
That's the thing about the monsoon,
About the lightening,
About the thunder,
It mimics what you feel inside.
