Summer Girls

Summer slipped in

Taking stealthy steps

Lagging behind nippy May

Which cool-caressed cheeks.

The sun began to linger

Making days longer

And humid air

Pearl-beaded foreheads.

The light-washed scenes

Brought warm-colored thoughts!

What a joy it was

To watch summer girls

Waltzing in

To parks and picnics

In their floral-print dresses,

Wafting their flutter sleeves,

And dripping sunlight in their smiles.

The ubiquitous bird-watchers

Stood by gleefully,

Sighing in deep satisfaction

While the elderly reminisced

About the bygone summers

Of spent youths.

My Stout Heart

Oh, my heart

Was so fragile

And brittle like crystal.

So easily broken

By an unkind word

Or cruel gesture

That could scratch

Or even crack!

I hid them.

And wore Teflon

For the world to see

An unscathed mien.

But deep within my tender heart

I felt the wounds.

Yet, covered they were

From probing eyes

Concealing all the hurts

Showing to all the world

An unbroken facade.

Time, in its inimical fashion,

Passed unhindered,

Not seeking palliatives.

The heart lived-

Albeit stitched  and patched-

Unlike the crystal

Surviving as a whole

Surviving sturdily 

The buffets of time,

The thorns of relations

And the cruel ills of society,

Declaring to the world,

“I have lived

And have grown stout”.

After Freeze

Cold bit my fingers

In the flurry

As I scraped ice

From windshield

And windows.

I blew hot breath

Into frozen fingers.

But it was pain

That pricked through tips

As blood defrosted

And began to flow

As feelings came alive

Bringing back memories

Of excruciating life

As blood awakened

And channelled through limbs.

Dragonfly

The summer was balmy

And the air hung like Indian muslin.

A somnolent lethargy overtook me

As I lay in my hammock

By the pond, hidden among weeds,

Whose surface shone speckled

By water’s sheen breaking through pondscum.

A sudden stir in the air above pond,

A glimmer of irridiscent colors!

A dragonfly was flitting upon the pond,

Transparent wings flashing colors

From metallic patches-

Red, brown, yellow, blue .

Helicoptering above, it lit

Upon a lily pad, compound eyes swirling

Its encircling globular vision searching, 

A predator seeking prey.

But Fate decrees its tragic moments.

The unwary dragonfly foolishly forgot

The predator in the shallows.

A sudden splash and whiplike motion!

A bullfrog leapt up mouth opening,

Flicking its long and sticky tongue out,

And captured the hapless dragonfly.

Thus marked the end

Of a predator by a predator.

My Bubble Life

Bubbles shimmer

And my life glints;

Some float in quickly,

Wink and blink in a trice.

Plain and nondescript,

They are the dull routines

Of my mundane life.

Some sparkle green

And waft towards me

As time and seasons passed.

My heart leaps up

At sprightly Springs

In refreshing hues,

At lush Summers

Fully blossomed,

At mellow Autumns

In ripe fruition,

And at pristine Winters,

At once brilliant and gray,

Burying memories.

But my soul opens

At the rainbow-splattered bubbles

Dancing towards me.

I try to snatch these-

My hopes and dreams.

But many dart away

Out of my grasp!

But I am rife with hope

To snare and trap

My rainbow bubbles

Of  fulfilled dreams.

Where is Sasha?

Is she under the porch?

Is she over the arch?

Is she on the oak branch?

Is she within their reach?

Three children wondered 

And worriedly searched.

They froze in the wind chill 

And found refuge at Grandma’s. 

When unfreezing their limbs in homey warmth,

They reflected on the saucy canine

Who hated any sneaky feline,

Who, mostly, stayed within borders,

And who obeyed every order.

An unlatched door!

Out Sasha escaped to freedom.

The three were befuddled.

They tried to give chase and follow

Only to lose her in a hollow.

Dejected and losing patience,

The abashed children returned home

To find the sassy dog  in the mud room

Wagging her tail in satisfaction.

Lucy

Lucy of the lucent smile

Glows with an inner light.

She embraces life

With pristine faith

That emanates from a heart

Filled with pure love

That surrounded a family

Which cradled all humanity.

Her smile speaks her heart

For all the world to see.

Life in Silvery Lights


A silver strand gleamed

On my black woollen coat;

The static made it cling!

I gazed in wonder

How it winked in spots

Where a black strand would’ve

Shown shades of brown

On inky background.

I looked in the oval mirror-

I saw a white-backed skunk

In place of my head!

Shades of gray and silver

Covered the top of head,

Black swathes radiating 

Points from the middle.

Below black took over

With strands of silver

Streaking undergrowth,

Defining my head

In ombre color scheme.

I saw my youth drop black

While gleaming gray

Took over with age,

Letting me acknowledge

The passage of time

And mutability.