orchestrates weddings
pastels, sherbets, roses too
backstage alone she weeps
Categories:
sherbets, celebration, cry, lonely, sweet,
Form: Senryu
There's a shop down the street
where all the school kids meet;
a shop of wonders and delight
all wrapped up in one big bite
Step inside this tasty paradise,
take a bite of fudge, take another slice;
jars full of gobstoppers and pear drops,
and in the freezer icicle pops.
Exploding mouths full of tingling space dust,
an amazing taste and a sugar rush;
cola bottles, flying saucers, and lemon sherbets
white chocolate mice, drumsticks, and candy cigarettes.
Spending pocket money every day
not worrying about tooth decay;
a bagful of happiness just for a penny,
keeping close to the chest, not sharing any.
Time to go home and enjoy the feast,
just for a few minutes at least;
until tomorrow after school
to the shop we all thought was cool.
Categories:
sherbets, 9th grade,
Form: Rhyme
A visit to my village in the month of june,
all that it offers you is a very short day and a lazy afternoon.
Soft whirring of the fan making heavy the eyelids,
trying in futile to stay open over a paragraph in a book.
With the little ones all wide awake,
chattering over games of carrom and chess
sending about a crazy cacophony of voices.
But with the red and green sherbets making up
for the tormenting heat outside.
Competing over how many mangoes one can eat,
a one..a two..and there's no count how many more.
The otherwise chirpy fruit orchard wears
a graveyard like eerie mood of it's own in the hot summer noon.
With not too many birds in sight,
yet you can sometimes spot a dog sulking in the grove hiding from the hot sunlight.
While I continue to crib and cry waiting impatiently for the monsoons
a sibling in a faraway land keeps fond memories of his Indian summer afternoons.
Categories:
sherbets, june, seasons, summer,
Form: Couplet