Haiku

                                                        HAIKU

                                                  APPLE PIE

                             the unseasoned breeze
                             I sniff in
                             aroma of Cinnamon
                             the neighborhood.
                              

Monsoon is Here.

This year it rained a little late. They said that almost 60% of cotton crop gone waste due to delayed monsoon. I was waiting for monsoon desperately. I love the fresh fragrance of earth with the first drizzle. It reminds me of YOU. YOU have that earthen smell which attracts me towards you like an ant for sugar. One evening, finally it rained. My camera was lying in my cupboard unused for a longer time. I picked up to try some shots from balcony. The serene ethereal beauty I saw.