Monday, March 12, 2007

summer springs

Summer like corners open up in the room

Windows bang open with the salty breeze

And every evening looks like rain

As I drive home through a deserted summer street.



The verandas open to the blue green mango tree

From where the cuckoo bird entices me.

My mom plays god with sugar cubes

And the kitchen now smells of lemon tea.



Summer springs up in empty alcoves

And the purple month turns green

And soon many leaves will die a death

But for now they shimmer in the new summer breeze.

5 comments:

wasted said...

this is the very bestest poem you have ever written...
its just great :)

incognito said...

My mom plays god with sugar cubes

And the kitchen now smells of lemon tea.

:p

L>T said...

Ahh, honey, it's very very pretty.

Anonymous said...

aapni notun kicchu keno likhchen na?

Venkata Murali Krishna Rao said...

Good one!