Of Journeys and Monsoon...

The gloomy sky... that's not so dry,
The urge to sit...that struggles to fit,
The windows open.. letting a world reopen,
And, the wet greenery...serving the perfect scenery;

The winds blowing...that lets 
the hair flowing,
The pictures beyond...that change every second,
The hawker's cry...calming the child's try,
And, the momentary friendships...lasting through the trip's;

The unknown passenger...that smiles dear,
The regular sway...that's now at bay,
The station names...familiarizing themselves,
And, the glaring whistles...of invading new nestle's;

The bunks up...that announce time's up,
The dark nowhere..that gives light to somewhere,
The vehicle trailing...leading to a calling,
Lets the feet walking...towards some old bonding