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Summers : The Book Of Hope

Summer is here again. Summer, summer, summer! Who doesn’t love summers?
Summers have a logic of their own and they always brought something out in you. Summer was supposed to be about freedom, fun, adventure and leisure.  What’s good about summer is it’s warmth , but one can never realize it without the cold of the winter. If we never had winters, summers would just be  an illusion like the moon lady’s love. Or when you are too tired to carry on, summer’s sunshine bring life to earth. Sun is the best thing to happen to earth I must say.

Hafiz said, 
“Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,

“You owe me.”

Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.”

One always remembers one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

So summers is a book of hope. Each day we had more light to read by. Summers makes one want to believe.  But hope is dangerous thing my friends, it can drive one crazy. But faith is sweet, as sweet as the first summer rain.

And so with the sunshine and the blue sky, and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees,  butterflies and chirping birdies, and the breeze, I believe life was beginning over and over again with the summer.

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Last Christmas

Last Christmas,
When you rambled through my mind,
You left imprints on my soul.
You bruised your knee, climbing through the fence.

The gate was open.
The bells ringed the hymns of heaven.
And you wanted to leave flowers by the door.
And your light lanterned through my spine.
Left glowing hair.

Your spring bouquet was in bits
And scattered across the neighbour’s yard.
And then the colours of winters abducted my vision.
The sweet smell of the snow fall,
Cleared my crowded mind.
Coloured leaves crackled below my glistening path
The crisp air and warm shadows,
Wrapping it’s breathe around,
Captivated my senses again and again.

I baked you a cake.
With the scintillating almonds.
And the juicy orange pellets.
And the strawberry crumbs.
And the left over from pudding,
I had last night.

“You asked, is there enough in my garden for you?”
Or I should fill you along, for which I longed for forever?

Within me, you are tangled
As the butterfly, entangled within the cocoon.
As the roots, stay close to moist mud.
As the sun, basking in the moonlight. 

A rainstorm. I was scared.
I was scared that I would lose all the rain, that I carried.
All the rain that did exist. Or may be not.

But the scent it left thereafter.
I realized I had it all. In me. The clouds.
The ones who could not stand,
Being away from the earth any longer, poured down.

To feel the mud once again.
Because they were too tired to float.

The rain orchestered through the winds.
We danced all night. 
Swam in the sea, holding hands up to the sky.

And I paused, and believed you would too.
And you did.
All was calm.
All was bright.

 

After all no one’s never too old for fairy tales.
This christmas has been more than special. I’ll share the story soon.
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