Raindrops

Are these the April raindrops,
Or my lingering heartbeats? 

My naked windows glasses-
Alive with transpirations
Mired with perspirations
Reflecting back, almost in derision
Calling back, in much anticipation
Halting path, amidst
many a assumption

These sounds of cascading water
On my swarded Astorian apartment
Catch me off guard-this very moment

Immerse in me, in life–
Even as I dwell in apprehension
Succumb to intoxication
Of increasing aspiration
Drain in imagination
Of the ongoing revolution

Will the rain just vanish all too soon
Lambent lightning will too swoon

Life is measured in moments — not years
Its prizes are not won in competition
Nor in forms of pricey acquisition
As I hear the raindrops in reverberation

Memories of Similipal, ere a score of monsoons
Wise father, tall trees, and proud mountains

The source of wisdom–
my admiration
To repose faith in my fascination
And give way to my adulation
Sans preaching or imposition

Raindrops don’t just recline
on my windows
Nor merely thump on my bare chest
They form an occasional abyss
To draw me to where I will rest

I drown in thee, every now and then,
To be swept across the life I possess–
A gift of maternal affection
And mother nature’s articulation
Akin to rain, our founts quite unknown
Awaiting eagerly for loving absorption
Into history of time and
this living condition
Else this restless life is merely an omission

Time will never stand still,
therefore I must
To be one with, what I might have lost
And seek those moments that always a bliss
Transient like raindrops, and forever I miss

– Saswat Pattanayak, Peoples’ Poet