The Sudden Saplings

What happens when some fresh saplings grow

On a long dead mind?

Once vigorous,boiling and ornamented 

But now dead 

Missing the essential throbbings

It's some music from the past 

A consistent Veena

That gave the conscious rock

A flowery embrace

Repeated

 And tightening so as to be felt

It was rain again

Felt after ten years of stony reticence

Some nerves below the scalp danced

Suddenly recovering from a deciphered paralysis

It resounds now with musicality

It feels rain 

Dropping from the dark sky like a cauldron overturn

The traffic lights blur and regain brightness before the eyes

Lonely I drive my long dreamt car..