Ode to the Bangalore Wind

When the dark clouds

gather in thunder

And the sun hides in their shadow.

When the spirit is free

And the hair are flying

And the nose is wet and full.

When the air makes you deaf

And something, somewhere falls

And you give your back to the beast.

When the dancing leaves

make curtains for coconuts

And the small child yells in the distance.

When the mothers take the clothes

off the roof

And the more romantic ones grab their pens.

Its then the Bangalore wind blows

And its then that it sets me free.