{thought] Mumbai and the rains

Eternal lovers, the two
One synonymous with the other
Inseparable
And one day,
when passion climaxed,
she died in his arms,
drowned in his passion.
Bubbles of her last breath,
leaving some wretched scars,
for him to forever cry,
and for us to reminisce.

Vijay © 1st August, 2005