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Summary

"This Monsoon is Grey" is a poignant poem reflecting on the melancholy of rain and the nostalgia it triggers for a lost love.

Abstract

The poem "This Monsoon is Grey" by Arundhati Thakur captures the essence of a rainy season tinged with sorrow due to the absence of a loved one. The author paints a vivid picture of the rain's sound against a tin rooftop, evoking memories of shared moments sipping tea and the vivid image of the beloved laughing in the rain. The narrative weaves through the speaker's longing to relive the intimacy of past monsoons, now reduced to mere noise as the rain fails to stir the same joy without the presence of the cherished person. The poem concludes with an expression of the stark contrast between the vibrant memories and the dull reality of the present, emphasizing that the magic of the monsoon has faded without the loved one to share it.

Opinions

  • The poet expresses a deep yearning for a past relationship, which the monsoon season vividly brings to mind.
  • Rain is personified as a reminder of lost love, evoking a sense of nostalgia and melancholy.
  • The sensory experiences of the past (the sound of rain, the scent of wet sheets) are sorely missed and highlighted as previously shared intimate moments.
  • The poem suggests that the beauty and essence of experiences are deeply connected to the emotional bonds we share with others.
  • The author conveys that the ambiance of the monsoon season is drastically altered by the absence of the beloved, transforming what was once beautiful and vibrant into something dull and unremarkable.

POETRY

This Monsoon is Grey

a poem on rain and reminiscence

Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash

melancholy blends subtly with the grey ablaze sky, this sorry heart yearns for you deeply when it pours.

steady sound of it striking the tin rooftop, sipping sweet tea by the rose window. picture me — picturing you drenched, laughing as you shiver and tiptoe.

oh! what I wouldn’t give for you to soak my silk rug wet again, dampen fresh sheets with your dewy scent again.

so long lost reminiscing, my tea cools down, playlist ends and the rain is nothing but clamor.

bland sheets, dry rug and grey inside out, it doesn’t rain the same without you here!

©Arundhati Thakur 2020 Thank you for reading! :) If you enjoyed this one, you might like :

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