Summers
It was a long hot summer’s night,
Somewhere along the milestones cried a flickering light.
Fireflies beneath the stars,& the whistle of a distant train,
I fell in love with you walking down the memory lane.
The patient dewdrops appreciate the petals,
While the voyeuristic time seizes to settle.
Many moons have passed since it’s last wax and wane,
Holding hands and whispering the precious mundane,
As the steam blows from the kettle,
Passion nudges my mind and softly nestles,
As the breeze sways the waves so high,
A kiss is not a kiss without your sigh.
Once a beautiful portrait picture,
Life took a new canvas, a new aperture,
The colors were crude,
The mood never understood.
Screeching wails of the bleeding wheels,
Reckless blood disturbed the delicate heels.
The shocked pebbles and muted greens,
Witnessed the tragic scene.
Her dying eyes hoped in vain,
The slowing beats and numbing pain.
Her lips quivered, though lifeless she lay,
A hit-and-run the newspapers say.
It was a long hot summer’s night,
I saw my love in a new light,
In a new place on a new moon night,
We looked down and saw the earth shining bright.
Gyanban Thoughts – Every year the number road-rage accidents incease.Hit and run cases are the most insensitive ones.These few lines are dedicated to all those people who lost their loved ones in such accidents.And probably,and hopefully a thought inducing one,for some who were or might have been involved in such a situation.Let us all be a bit more careful, a bit more responsible,because you never know what the next bend beckons -life or death?
