Summer: Two sides of one coin

Summer

A season of distress

A season of prayers

A season of anxious hope

As burning sun and his naughty games

Leaves everyone at their edge of irritation

As the droplets of water, vanish to the sky

In its new avatar of bearded clouds

Curses, thrown aplenty with painful agony

As the thermometers sore to new heights

Scientists and activists

Blames it on the shoulders of global warming

But, it’s the suffering season for all those

Living without the comfort of air conditioners

Or unable to escape to cooler pastures for vacations

While those who got the savings and riches

Packs their bags and moves to those greeny patches

To enjoy the lighthearted sunshine or enchanting rains

Or to embrace the winter in other hemisphere

They pass their time getting their exquisite

Tanned skins on those golden beaches

Sipping on those juices and cocktails of fun

Away from the sweat and fear of doomed days

The safaris take them towards the jungle

To show the final pieces of nature and animal left

While others wander in quest of entertainment

Glories in those casinos and other festivals

Learning the glorious histories and cultures

Romancing and pleasing lovers by shelling currencies

Yeah, it is the one side of a coin called life

A side of celebration at its envying best

While on the other side

Fields crack upside than any turning cricket pitch

Without the traces of priceless water

The dreams of another bumper crop

Vanished up to the sky right in front of their eyes

While tears rained down on to those fields

A helpless expression of discontent

As wells dried up, villagers struggled to fill their pots

With that precious liquid, vital for surviving

They travel the distances to bring the juice of life

Alongside those deserted highways

Crumbled animal skeletons lay in peace

Thirsty hearts crave for mercy of nature

They begged for cool breeze and blessing from heaven

A refreshing rain to quench

The deadly thirst of this biosphere

As heat waves kept taking away countless souls

To the gardens of heaven

This is the celebration of gloom and deaths

There is only a simple wish left, an end to this summer

Gruel some period of torture

But, it’s beyond the begging hands of sufferers

To control the powers of this nature

This poem is written for participating in Bridget Chumbley's One Word at a Time Blog Carnival . Please Visit and see the diverse thoughts on summer. 

Green Pond

Rain subsided

Life is getting dry again

The days of sunshine leads me

To the nights of melancholic dreams

No more chilly winds and

Dripping droplets from nascent leaves

This wetland is getting barren again

A small patch is all that left

Devoid of human encroachment

Though surrounded by buildings 

A shall rain pond

Its surface looks as if painted green

With its layer of glowing algae

Resembling a thin grassland

Starting from the sloppy valley

Created by the heap of workshop waste

Ends at the basements of walls around

Three tree pits stands dwarf

Growing afresh with new leaves

They were razed down some months ago

There are no woodpeckers or kingfishers

Flying around

But there might be some fishes in the pond

Beneath its green belly

It never ceases to fascinate me

As I see this pond, re-emerging from dry patch

Aftermath every monsoon

Each time it takes different shapes

It will dry up again soon

It will remain idle, waiting for next monsoon

It’s a haven for mosquitoes now

Even though I wish to see, it dried up soon

As I don’t want bites from mosquito babes

Sweethearts who love my blood

I will keep this unusual green pond

In my monsoon memories

This is the 150th poem in this blog.A small landmark.
Well this is about a pond in my neighborhood that emerges periodically after every monsoon.

Who is she?

Who is she?

I wonder

She came, she conquered

An angel with silky tongue

Flutters all the time

Her chirpy thoughts

With her unique, shy smile

Even as I lost myself

Looking deep into her

Tempting blue eyes

She kept laughing with immense joy

I wonder what prompts her

To come for me

Though, I am just a mute spectator

She gives surprising looks

As if asking me , where am I ?

She is  in a hurry always

Holding my hand with her velvet hand

She drags me to her favorite places

Explains every little thing

About whatever she likes

But, all I look at is her beauty

Her antics and her style

All I hear is her endearing voice

I feel she is living her life through me

Trying to find something, she lost

As she utters with a sigh

You are, you remind me

At end of our every conversation

And walks away towards silence

With her smile waning down

Like setting sun in the eve

Making way for inconsolable tears

That she prefers to hide from me

But I still wonder

Who is she!  

Well,don't misunderstand me! I am still wondering who is she. I saw her in a dream. Lol. 

Shade of Darkness

Darkness, a shade of unknown fear,

which blinds the vision, in a way.

It prompts eyes to seek rays of light

To find the lost path and direction

Without maps of emotions

To get to a secured shelter

Darkness is the colorful pain

In the eyes of a blind

The only color that makes up a huge world

A color that reminds the presence of

A brighter world that is beyond them

It befriended the colorless noise

To guide through a strange world

Built with dreams and passion

But kept alive with the means of sinful desire

To make it bigger for comfort, not for peace

A place, not meant for those who struggle

It’s a big damn world of brightness

Where even the ones with bright eyes

Wander in its wilderness in search of hope

Darkness is an endless void that fills heart

When love cease to rise from depths

Of the solemn soul

As it lost its wings in the fury of fate

Charred into ashes of peace

Destined to embrace the freedom of heaven

Away from the world of hatred

Just as this bright day, the dark night also fascinates me with its treasure of mysteries to explore,and i am just trying to unearth some.

My Pleasantly disturbed Thursday

Indeed,

I hardly slept during night

Due to a troublesome flu

Set alarm to wake up so early

To call my friend

Whenever I felt like sleeping

Some thoughts keep coming into mind

I kept scribbling down

Into pieces of poems

After travelling through the highways

Of my memories

I saw my ever-pleasant village

Innocence prevails in its atmosphere

I saw the people I left behind

The ones who cared me so much

My lonely childhood

The places where I used to play

With my imaginary friends

I wonder how I started hating it

Though the warmth of their love

Still touches my heart

I saw how my life took shape

From my lonely childhood

As I scrambled through my options

Seeked suggestions from others

I found my mind in a state of stagnation

I searched whole day for an inspiration

Until I saw pleasantly disturbed Thursday

I realized, I have to get back to the past

To dig the treasure of memories

To churn out the missing pieces in my collection

My words

I wonder, the more I try to put lid on

Those dark days of my life

It seems to flash inspiring visuals

For me to cultivate my art

Now, curiosity has taken over my heart

To find out the meaning of forgotten relations

Those priceless moments  

The wish to go out and find those

To see, how they are

But , I don’t want to walk back to those corridors

As I have to move on to new pastures

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