Monsoon words

As the rain stops, we start the journey.
And the rain starts too...
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One after another,
the leaf counts
all the drops that fall.
It's drenched memories
get stored in the roots
that connect
everything with everything...
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The sky still has a rain
that can fill the whole night.
The rain instead is busy wiping
the darkness off the night.
In the morning that follows
what else can we expect,
if not a drowned sun.
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As the flowing music
fills the room,
the showering rain outside
flows down the seven hills
to fill up seven more seas...
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The silence that prevails
as the rain stops,
is filled with the rain that stopped
and the rain that will start...
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Story of the leaf

Once upon a time 
there was a leaf,fresh and green.

During the monsoon
it explored rhythms
with every drop of rain.

At the end of rain
it became friends
with the wind
and started telling its story
in drenched words. 
As the wind flowed
it dried those words
off their moisture.

At one dry noon
the leaf just jumped off the branch
to explore a new story.

Upon the wind's insistence
it continued to narrate its half-told story.

As the story that
consists dry words
was altogether light,the leaf's fall was delayed
and the wind continued
to rock the leaf
till it was finally asleep.
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Story of the day when words got weaved

Once upon a time
there was a day
and many words
that were flying amidst
their meanings.

When the time
set up a loom
under the bright sky, 
words formed into an
eternal warp,
just to get weaved by 
the weft that was 
born out of a child.
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Story of the telephone

Once upon a time
there was a telephone
and it had only one complaint
that it had nothing
to talk
of its own
but everything else
to listen

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Story of the water bottle

Once upon a time
there was a water bottle.

In it
there was a sea 
that played with its own waves.

A very tiny insect
happened to taste a very tiny drop of the sea
that spilled whilst waving.

Being outside of the bottle, 
the insect started making a hole 
at the bottom.

It tasted few more drops
from the gushing sea
that flowed out.

Then as you all know, 
it just got washed away 
to non-existence.

The sea and the bottle
were still there
for a next round
of game
awaiting another
stupid insect

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Story of the torch light

Once upon a time
there was a torch light, 
being part of a bad joke.

It tried escaping
from that joke
to be part of a 
more benign one.

When it finally ended up
in a good joke
with no specific role,
 it said unto itself
'What's the fun?'

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Story of the scissors

Twice upon a time
there was a pair of scissors. 

One of its blades
existed in the past
and the other in the future.

Obviously, 
they both together could cut
only the present.

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