riding a bicycle along the edge of a forest in the monsoon rain

I listen
to the soft clapping
of the peepal leaves,
jingling merrily
to the slightest breeze,
and some pirouetting
like little ballerinas
between streaks of sunlight. 

In that moment,
I am overwhelmed
by the weight of the moments,
and the perplexity of the unmoving present.
My limbs become numb
and my mind is clouded
as in post-coital bliss.
A ‘forever’
passes between the frozen seconds.
My senses surrender
and tears roll down the corners of my eyes:
Is it the ecstatic joy of living,
or the horrors of its purposelessness?
 
The rain whispers softly 
in the eternal dance of now.