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Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Thursday, 21 May 2015

Amaltas

Here is an ode to the beautiful tree and flowers of Cassia fistula also known as Amaltas. It blooms in May, just as summer peaks.
The flowers hang delicately and fall with the slightest quiver embellishing the earth below.

AMALTAS

Bright boughs of the summer queen
You stand so tall, so tall
Little drops of summer as you hold
You, your rise herald the sun,
As sun drips like blood in your veins
Drips from each little petal you hold
As they unfurl, little flags,
As lit beacons of summer, lit

Bright boughs, so yellow, so darling bright
A new tapestry in the anteroom
To the hall of fame of the glorious sun
Of seven seas, the lord almighty.
In your beauty, summer queen, is seen
What lay under the frozen earth.

Bright boughs of the summer queen,
For as you stand tall on the world that is,
You reach below to what all it may become
The hope, the wonder and the joy,
You keep alive in your color, so vividly,
Oh queen of the changing era,
Humble with all your lovely charm,
As you paint both sky and earth alike,
With colours of awe on a canvas divine
With strokes of wonder and brush of time
To tell a tale yet to shine
Little drops of summer you hold
Like folklore, unwritten truth.

Ah! Now the queen has risen again.
Ah it's time again for the summer!
-Mx

Sunday, 19 April 2015

Dance of the Fairies


Dance of the fairies
In the summer sun
Red glitter in their frock
And bling on their bun
In jungle green
By a brook from heaven
They dance all day
The sisters seven

-Mx

Sunday, 17 August 2014

SOME SUMMER

SOME SUMMER

O! Sweet child of this summer fair
Come winters and you shall be lost in despair
For never one preaches that they follow
All knowledge is fake and wisdom hollow
Lest you know  the days from days
You wouldn't know what leaves, what stays
But when the test of time does teach
Sharps stab, it's hands, it does not preach.
Tick, and you walk on green green grass
Tock, and you've fallen flat, alas!
Sweet child, sweet, in your sweet sweet world
There is sweet love and a free free bird
But your imagination alone shall cage you
The stronger now, the more it shall enrage you
'Cause the ways of world, the blind men see.
Free men only fall. They cage birds free.
Some summer this summer of tranquil trance
A fairytale promising, of a moonlit dance.
-Mx