Love is in the air.
Muck, slush, cloudy skies, yes...
Yet green freshness fills the air
with its sweet perfume.
I never remember being at peace with Zeus.
All alone
completely incomplete
Longing tugs
an empty space within
Yet the monsoons making me feel
at peace, with myself...
like a soothing balm, washing away
my insecurities, loneliness, fear and doubt
Sublime. Whole. Content.
