Radiant vibrant Sun sends scorching rays.
Eyes to escape glances on sizzling sky
Heat waves blowing ! Horrible dazzling days.
Even birds feel weary, don't dare to fly.
Dry soil to get cracked just welcoming drought.
Sweating heavy in tropical summer
Worried farmers are trying to confront,
tremendous heat always hits hot hammer.
Flamboyant flowers in flame : bright crimson
Passion blazes igniting heart to burn
Flashing scarlet blossoms on silk-cotton.
Season summer is tough and rough to learn.
Floating clouds and stormy rains rushed and fought.
At last soothing pleasant coolness was brought.
Glittery shimmer,floral patterns,
laces around ,bows on back ,
and pattern ties in front.
Cocktail to ball gowns,sexy silhouettes,
bossy pants,flirty skirts.
Beautiful white wedding gowns to go with
handsome suits and tuxedos,
to glam your bod and to feed insta.
From satin ,silk ,cotton to faux leather
in colours aplenty and sizes of all.
Trends so cool and fashion so fast,
with little hands they sew the dress,
as you click add to cart.
Little hands pack and feet runaplenty
to pack with a smiley happy sticker.
Fast as the fashion,slow you realise
its not couture but evil pure.
After a wear and a wash,
you feel the blends of
polysester,hitting your conscience
seeing the ‘Help me’ stitched
behind the label.
Seeing those invisible tiny labourers,
looking at the perpetrator and victim
of the bigger corporate cosmic,
seeking freedom to live their childhood,
lending their little palms to help
from you to me and me to you,
to a free world of ours.
Written On:19-12-2024
that crab nip
upon fingertips
as sunlight tilts his hat
and nighttime makes his start
drinking liquid
from the passing breeze
unanticipated tremble of the knees
Squawked yawn as seagull retires
and sound swathes
its way
through quicksand air
Slip your chill
past neckline
nomadic course down spine
Wrap your silk cotton
darkness around
safe but unsound
unfound
Biobab ever sits unable to stand but a tree.A broad trunked,huge like rocks,from silk-cotton family fruiting for paper,cloth and rope suiting.
Bab is gate in Arabic and the tree is an African origin.A gateway between Asia and Middle East kept opened for centuries.Ancient,heavy,immemorial gift from Arab traders for shadowing the Sun hitting Mannar soil in then Ceylon.A mark of gesture of Arabs on their merchandised soil but no a trade mark as traders hail.
Hats off dear Arabs for your kind hearts.Biobab a tropical being sits smart for half of Adam’s age in the coastal belt of Northern province of Sri Lanka!
Scorching Sun in Sky.
Whirling wind goes weepy dry.
Birds don’t dare to fly.
Severe tremendous heat caught.
Fields get cracked yielding drought.
Flamboyant flowers
dazzle in bright vibrant flame,
mesmerizing eyes,
blaze to blink orange-crimson.
Scarlet blossoms on silk-cotton.
Sunny scorching show.
Summer heat hits hot hammer.
Grammar of season
is rigid and tough to learn.
Passion ignites heart to burn.
Rain rain come come to speak
Swallow hasn't sang at the sky,
The Sun must warm summer cicada hasn't said;
Timber or Silk Cotton Tree to sit tightly.
Today weather is very nice
Come on mud smears,
Mud Bath we all in
Knee Calf in the rainy season's harvest in the land.
Shravan sky comes the rain
Pumpkin on scaffolding, dragon fly.
Here we are bathing
The mind of the filth back to wash the dirt.
Plough has beaten those farmer
Harrowing uneven, being equal
Paddy planted here to come
Transplanted the transplanted to smear mud coming out.
TROPICAL SUMMER
Scorching Sun, Shiny Sky,
Whirling wind always dry,
Even birds dare to fly,
Here comes Tropical Summer.
Tremendous heat is trapped and caught,
Fields get cracked and yielded draught.
Burning throat and thirst fought,
Summer hits hot hammer.
Sometimes afternoon thunder storm displays,
Dense grey clouds cluster on dark veils.
Sudden shower pours large drops and hails,
soaking soil as petrichor-claimer.
Flamboyant trees glow on dazzling crimson,
Scarlet blossoms blaze on glossy silk-cotton.
Juicy fruits are summer charms to be grown,
as Noble Nature blesses farmer.
Tropical region is sunny zone.
Three months run heat-prone,
till smart Rainy Season is shown
with wet wonder of watery glamour.
07/03/16
Petrichor- weird smell of moist soil
Afloat laid back
On the surging waves
In the ocean of love
‘O’ mermaids of ecstasy
Relish the bliss
In drapes of darkness
Like diamond studs
‘O’ fireflies of hope
Flap your jovial wings
Twinkle the fervency
White body of silk-cotton
Electric swords in bosom
‘O’ clouds of desire
Do rain in drops
Drench the facade of affection
Warm embrace around trellis
Amid tender foliage of caress
Pair of sparrows sharing beaks
‘O’ pistils of blush
Shower the fragrance
Flush the ambiance
Why are you looking so ?
A sketch of fear in your eyes,
An atlas of filthiness on your face,
No sheath in your body.
Nail-teeth wounds of beast
In your breasts, navel,
Even in the courtyard of your wild desire !
Like a withered flower
yellow saree is thrown wrinkled
Beneath your well-proportioned thigh.
Your petal shaped lips seem poisonous,
Wounds of stings visible in your cheeks !
A leaf falls from a young silk-cotton tree !
Tremor everywhere,
Everywhere lamentation of pain
Life-creeper dried up in the central sky,
You are distressed, isolated.
Have you settled up your worldly life
In the mansion of sins ?
What’s this silence
In your empty hands ?
How many times you have returned
Perhaps you know not !
But there’s touch of your finger tips
In leaves, in flowers, in evergreen forests !
I’m with you like your shadow
I’ve kept a sharpened sword always raised
you can’t speak it aloud !
When I held my trivial desires
Think to surrender my heart
in your hands, my damsel –
As much beautiful as you may be,
I never ever feel your proximity
In drunken stormy nights.
Silk-cotton
Flower silk-cotton blossoms
Blossomed to burst into cotton.
Orange flowers appear white off and on.
White cotton spreads somewhere like white carpet.
Pick up cotton for nice quilt.
Wrapped quilt in winter.
My wife rolled the same in summer.
Snow ice scattered in military base camp.
Wears blanket and quilt to wrap.
Cloudy sky appears to be drizzle
it drizzles to spoil.
In winter weather could keep normal in general.
Nature protects for creation.
Flowers wrapped cotton again.
Saroj khan [sakha] Saroj Kumar Khan
I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries
From my heavy,swollen foot?
I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
I must eat washings of my half-thread
Sudden cut by Atropos;
I must return to almost forsaken ploughs
A balding soot by my wake
Amidst flying tongues of dagger and malice;
Poor manacle must watch armour-less
As malignant rats dart in mottled errands,
Breaking the last walls-the fields,and then
I must rove naked in the inky sky
And then sit under the cypress,
Chewing my fingers-ever.
How sudden the icy embrace
O that I had caught with you the ambulance crest.
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