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When the sky stopped moving
The stars drizzled down
I captured them like a child
In cupped palms, while
Some entangled in my hair
I tied a few with a bonny bow
In a hanky with crochet-edges
Then, I lay amongst the brilliance
Waiting for the sun to descend
I see this as an imagist poem with a life metaphor. When time is ready to halt, we can only stand by and gather memories and memoirs. We, then, patiently wait for the last sunset.
One day we’ll meet Under the Gulmohur tree Not to find shaded solace From the dripping summer heat But to touch its crimson blooms That carry the flamboyance Of a forever romance We’ll stand there at sunset Fingers entwined, waiting For that carefree innocence To slowly rub into our veins And make our forgetful souls Remember our lost love again
On paper clouds Cotton candy winds Dreams dance On wishful wings Of caramel sunsets Melting sherbets Berrylicious stains On azure vistas Silken summons From opal skies With fluid colors In bone china plates A painted sunrise
They run through The sunlit grove Summer in their hair Sweat clinging to strands Sun-kissed now Sunburnt at dusk It bothers not much For childhood is about Fruit orchards Yellow fields An amusing prank here A scraped knee there Making memories Before the sun sets!