The Savour of One Desire

Hustle of traffic In red and green With whirls of more motor horn and The thrust radio in my car All concealed and unfortunate but, In fierce search of oasis "why not play the recorder?" That someone said And felt the rain... Tale of love abraded by rain Tale of absence gore my veins Tale of glimpse bygones stake my chest And sounds of raining sings melancholia, Glooms every joy we together savoured Once alive, And some ghosting nights... And my mind full of abandoned tasks Knock inside the glass of my car Here's signals green. I felt, This vehemence of your desire I am savouring, Both unconsciously and unconditionally Since shrouded you in the riot of 2008! (Bombay songs, 1995 depicts as playing)