Still , silent summer
The noisy city bedecked with
silent motionless flowers
whose colour can only be described as
transparent blush
Lat summer i had time
time to notice the camel's bells
As it offered joyful rides
to the children down the road
Last summer i had time
time to write poetry on ashphalt
This summer i am
Untouched by the heat,
or by the victorious cricketing India
This summer i suffer
The patterns of every day work and life
I search the sky for one rain cloud
for dissent , for fury, for action
For release from this stillness
This encompassing quite of a summer
I search for freedom from
The Summer Of My Life
1 comment:
under a barrage of work I see :)
this summer I shall exalt in all things that is summer - the heat, sweat...the suspended particles on dust in the air, the peculiar suspended breeze one sees amidst the yellow brown leaves of trees, the escalated levels of impatience and aggression of the ordinary men on the road, the strong and greedy yearning for the 'barf' walla and all things cold that he has to vend, the endless consumption of air conditioners and ice creams and cold drinks...always hoping to be away someplace else, for instance even at your shores, my friend :)
and yes, no more barrage of work to think of...for sometime at least
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