Monsoon blush

1.
the sweet lemony scent of
lush green grass
blends in a hot pot of boiling reddish brown water
the scent spreads,
as the torrid earth bleeds,
quenched by the first rain drops,
turning green in jubilation
so does the lush green lemony blades of grass
blend into the hot brown water
stirring up a lovely cup of tea!

2.
the rain pours down
disturbing the creatures of the skies
they flap their wings,
to gain balance in the heavy waters,
jet set to make a descend
sometimes on my little window

Oh Calcutta...Aami Khabo!

i recently travelled to the gourmet paradise
we first rushed to a shop called mithai
we looted the sweet , delicious rosogollas
as the shopkeeper stared in disbelief at us strangers
we quenched our thirst, n headed for another catch
to Flury for some baba n plum cakes
n stopped at the streets for some kulhad chais
after riding on the old victorian buggies
and shooting coloured balloons
we devoured the tangy putchkas n tasty churmurs
next on our list was the metro and
the ride on the cycle richshaw
we snacked on the bengali chakna
and after a long drive in the yellow bulldozer
munched on the savoury egg roll
the calcutta paan called it a day
we all agreed we were serial eaters on the loose