Sniar dabademha — Ahmedabad rains

Haneesh Katnawer
Jul 27, 2017 · 3 min read

Six days have passed and there is no sun,

Never has it ever happened in the history,

All the reality is washed up and lost its glory,

to the faded droplets in the air.

Amdavad was a hot mess, very near to sun,

like a fake desert, never to be liked in the day,

but what has changed all of a sudden,

like a trip with regular smokes and tea.

Sitting on the 10th floor of a building at Isckon,

I look outside the balcony and see a white reality,

not shining with the sun but drenching in the rain,

all the jobs and potholes are clogged, we all rest in peace.

Do I really need the sun in the Manchester of the East,

do I really care for it to come,

there are power surges, lift breakdowns, water up till knees,

but no! In Amdavad, it brings joy and life filling beauty in the capitalistic minds.

I cannot see anything beyond the Rajpath Club,

all fazed and fuzzy under the pretense of the rain,

I don’t even want to see anything else but sit and listent to music,

while telling everyone else to take a break from their jobs.

Wandering through the rain for last six days, it was not this prachand,

but the scene has changed now and becoming intense with each passing day,

stay like this forever, never go away, you can even make us cry just like you did,

when we were stuck in the traffic jam from IIM Road to Valinath BRTS.

Never mind it if you stay on the highways or stay high,

you will never want this feeling to go away,

you know that it is intense but it is precious at the same time,

after a huge struggle through the crazy summertime.

Chandkheda to Sanathal, Naroda to Adalaj, it is all grey today,

no colors on display except white, black, yellow, and green,

just stop being safe for a while and go out in the outskirts to see the lakes on display,

leave everything aside and go out to embrace what is real.

The land of Shiva, the land of strotams,

the Sanskrit shlokas, samaprabham virajamaan,

all in the glory of the city and the rains,

I stop, release, absorb, and move out to drain.

Saras

Samapt

PC Courtesy: Kaushal Parmar and Alok Tandel

Face credits: Hans Cecil

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