What is it that is so romantic about this
monsoon sky at night? No moon shining, no stars smiling and yet, this sky
amazes and enchants.
These cold deep mystical colours of bruised
purple and blue, so dense and so light, like a blue glass bottle caught sensual
in the night.
This brazen defiance, this overwhelming
envelope, the enigma that shrouds a new hope. The wild streaks of deep white
clouds, scattered furiously across the myriad shades of lavender and blue.
What is it that is so romantic about this
monsoon sky at night? Like a love so deep, a love so dark.
A love that consumes, and kills at last.
