Pastel colors
Sun-kissed skin
Bunched up hair
Languid limbs
Muslin curtains
Lazy days
Glittering sunlight
Elusive shade
Chilled lemonade
Pickles steeping in sunlight
Golden mangoes
Velvety buttermilk, frothy and light
Arid throats
Cerulean sky
Infinite days
Tired sighs
So they come
Here to stay
Never-ending
Languorous summer days.
This is a fable from long ago, you’ve probably heard it, but I’ll tell you once more. It’s about an Oyster and a Grain of Sand and a little bit of how fate plays its hand. It all started on a bright, sunny day when the Oyster had decided to…
O Mother of a Son do I see you celebrating there? The birth of your pride, your prize, your heir O Mother of a Son is that derision I see? Each time you look at a woman who has birthed a She O Mother of a Son do…
What makes a woman happy? Baubles and flowers? Chocolates and fragrances? A handful of stars? No Sir, you are wrong there, that’s not what it is. Come with me into the mind of a woman Because her happiness lies in this; Trust her, love her Care for her like she’s…
And the summer is here! 😛
Neat!
ek aur summer poem?
i remember the poem last time – turquoise, was it?
* Blue Athena:)
Yes, summer is here and worse than the last time! (this is what we say each year, actually):)))))
* Jugal
Yes, another summer poem :)))))))))
It was ‘cornflower blue’ the last time! lol!
Summer sounds beautiful and actually welcoming in this beautiful poem..
🙂
A very nice poem. Really liked it. Simple words make it more intersting.
Smiles!
Saher