Summer shades

Dip your toes in chilly waters

Watch them wrinkle, stark snow white

Relentless sun chars our tired brown faces

In the peak of summer, there’s no respite.

Sweat drips from every brow in the kitchen

A mighty effort for a meal so light

Icecream, the solace for us poor children

Add some mango for pure delight!

Our precious plants at the window wither

When will rains anoint their shriveled leaves?

Oh lets not think of monsoons in April,

Let the seasons change when they will.

 

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Nostalgia – Free verse

Where is home?

The place you stay in

Or the one you visit

Is it a loved one’s arms

Or a corner of their heart?

A bowl of mutton stew

With soft fluffy appams

The scent of jasmine

On a dewy monsoon morning

Squishy mangoes in summer

Angry ants in their leaf nests

Home is in the memories

The ones you turn into a poem

When you’re thirty and wonder

Where is it that I really fit in?

 

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An ode to Icecream – Wreathed Octave

An ode to Icecream

The silky velvet touch on your tongue

Taste-buds sung a song of pure ecstasy

So icy cold on your chapped lips that it stung-

A far-flung dip in the deepest corners of the sea

 

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You see the sides melt and trickle in the heat,

Its seat unstable in the cone’s shallow concave,

Frozen wave runs a shiver till the tips of your feet,

Oh sweet icecream, you make my senses crave!

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Hello dear readers,

This is a form of poetry called “wreathed octave”.

A wreath was inspired by the Welsh form “Englyn cryrch” which uses an internal rhyme (within the line itself) scheme with an external one (at the end of the line) as follows:

x x x x x x a

x a x x x x b

x b x x x x a

x a x x x x b

x b x x x x c

x c x x x x d

x d x x x x c

x c x x x x d

 

There is no set syllable count or form, just that the lines need to have an internal and external rhyme ( a sort of interconnected rhyme, I like to think) as shown above.

Summer has well and truly arrived here in India, and icecreams are definitely a solace 😀 Hope this inspires all of you to go get a cone!

 

 

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A poem a day… !

 

Hello everyone,

Thank you for taking a look at this creative project.

Poetry is truly a way of life, and my mission is to bring out a steady stream of quality poems, hopefully a new one everyday or atleast every other day!

Requests are always open for poem topics. This humble writer seeks inspiration, encouragement and critique! I know you don’t know me yet, but we shall learn more about each other as we go along.  So, lets get this poetry ball rolling..

 

Oh, Summer

Yellow, is the colour of summer, oh tangy sweet goodness-

Lip smacking, face scrunching, eye squinting explosion of taste.

Warm is his love for his children- untainted, purest happiness

We cuddle under the shade of that gentle, generous heart.

He’d watch each one turn from green to bright gold,

Waiting  for his darling little ones to come every year

Grandpa, you live within me, wrapped in every precious memory,

Every season, I miss much more than the mangoes from your tree.

 

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Dear readers,

What memories do you have of summers in your childhood? What are your favourite summertime foods? 🙂