August

Let the clouds unveilDesirous fiestas in blueIn delicious azure huesLet me savor summerShining through dewdropsCover myself in crystalsPouring from the skiesIndulge in the petrichorCapture the essenceOf rain-soaked colorsBurnt umber in the glareOf the monsoon sunFor August is here;Can autumn be far behind?

Vacation Interrupted – Sikkim, 2017 – Part 3

June 8, 2017 – Winding up our site-seeing, we reached our cosy hotel-with-a-view in Gangtok from Lachung in Sikkim. Our intent was to shop, laze around, relax in the night, devour a leisurely breakfast buffet the next morning, drive down back to Bagdogra, and fly back home in the evening. In Gangtok, we heard murmursContinue reading “Vacation Interrupted – Sikkim, 2017 – Part 3”

Before the Sun Sets

They run throughThe sunlit groveSummer in their hairSweat clinging to strandsSun-kissed nowSunburnt at duskIt bothers not muchFor childhood is aboutFruit orchardsYellow fieldsAn amusing prank hereA scraped knee thereMaking memoriesBefore the sun sets!

Gulmohar

Gulmohar trees swayingIn the summer heatTawny branches burstingWith fiery flowers,Crimson petals carpetingThe gray gravel roadGleefully picked upFor sword fightsWith tender stamens;The tiny tip breaking freeIn innocent gamesLosers none, all winners be!Green sepals becomeFake nails in child’s playIt is all beautiful, speckledLike colors of tomorrow!A burst of tanginessTingling the soul,Children head homeChewing sepals, petals;Just a flower,Continue reading “Gulmohar”

Edge of the Map

It was a sultry afternoon. The day stretched endlessly, waiting for twilight. The orange popsicles stained his tongue but didn’t quench his thirst. He wasn’t sleepy for lack of physical activity. He read books, heard songs on his laptop, played mobile games but time stood still, fatigued by the heat of the Indian summer. Bored,Continue reading “Edge of the Map”

Spring in the Air

Time for strawberry mojitosMulberry plucked from treesPalash flowers and tomatoesAblaze with red so deepLavender teas, minty greensBrown delight of cold coffeesSweet fruits of labor, nowTangy orange preservesThe sun seeping in nectarTo return from slumberWith full force of summerUntil then let me swingIn the silver hammockWherever the wind swaysAn open book, still unreadAs sparrows make acquaintanceAbuzzContinue reading “Spring in the Air”