In India its boiling hot now. Here, we have over 5 months of summer for the past few years. And we can't have all the summer fun we used to have about a decade back. Most of the times, we are indoors 'aestivating' ;-)


MY SUMMER



There was a time I loved the summers
It was a time of holidaying and fun
There was a time I loved the summers
O' it has melted away with a hotter growing sun

It was a time of Rasna and mangoes
A time of licking sweet coloured ice
A time of endless hours in the river
Returning home with reddened tongues and eyes

It was a time of sleeping on the porch
Counting stars as they twinkled bright
We woke up when the cuckoo sang
It was a time when everything felt right

But now my summer has aged like a vat of wine
Increased to five months from two
It ain't the time when I loved the summers
Now I have fewer things to do

The sun throws tantrums like a scratchy cat
Sharpening her scary looking claws
The river has become like a scrawny old man
With seared wisdom lines across his forehead and jaws

The air smells of dry baked earth and parched brown grass
The sky ain't as blue
The stars have grown dimmer
Distant and few

There was a time loved the summers
A time when I could feel the changing seasons
O' my summer is fuming at the world
It has changed for all the wrong reasons




Poetry by Amy Valentina
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Written on 2012-03-27 at 07:21

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ngaio Beck
I love nostalgia. It's fun to look back and say "I remember when". Nice piece.
2012-10-16



I know so little of India, but the images here, past images, make me wish I knew it better. Yet there is something universal about this, I wonder if we all don't look back on summers with nostalgia, I know I do. Now they just seem hot and long, as do yours.
2012-03-27