Monsoon

The sky cried heavy today
She saw it from her window..
Monsoons- The season she hates..
Trying to reason out why?

Just as the storm out there..
She hopes it floods her heart
And destroys it to the extent
Nothing grows again..
That it becomes a swarm
Useless and not walked upon..

She doesn't remember when
It came to hating monsoon so much..
There are memories she suppressed..
And there are memories she can't remember..
Which one got her to despise it..

The lightening roars and she ain't
A bit scared..
She is as cold as pouring rain..
She doesn't cry anymore
Is she jealous of the clouds
Who can shed tears and she
Has forgotten how to..

May be she hates monsoon
Because she finds herself so similar to it..
The chaos it gets.. Just as inside her.
The loud thunder.. Just as inside her..
The inability to see things clear.. Just as her..
To be loved by few and to be hated by few..
Not knowing whom to destroy..
Or destroy what comes in the way..
She resembles the Monsoon..
May be that's why she hates it to the core..
Only if she loved her chaos
Only if she loved her monsoon..