Painting by Leonid Afremov

Figments of Monsoon

The tempestuous rains

slashes upon the windows

of my sub-consciousness

The paper boats float in

puddles, carved on the

wet lanes of my dreams

The ethereal air fills

my arid lungs with

 a tinge of petrichor

The parched longings

keep vanishing with

the hazy mirage

of my drunken desert

The hankering figments

burns bright and dissipates

within the chimera

of the delirious night