seaboyman ~ poetry

A Purple seige in April

The petrichor is capped by a power cut

and tailed by a heavy gale as callow jackfruits,

Unable to bear flowers, attend to all the wind,

Which knocks over the flower pot in its want

To be one with the earth again. The colony

Gates swing open and clang close; trees

Sway spill, buildings stay still, cable connections

Feel threatened by the pendulating ashokas,

Of which the most tall stands hard in the middle

Like Earth's erection at the coming rains.

A kitten, unknown to an April shower, takes cover

under a toddling peepal as if it was roof enough.

Dark clouds discharged in the gloaming glow

Make the sky a face of dried blood- purple;

Simply salted wafer cartons take to the skies

With this-side-ups upside down, birds flying

Against the gust are forced to turn and when

It comes, the rain, many doors slam open as if

All their doorbells are thunder. The cute girl

In her C-wing balcony is #enjoyingtherain,

#naturelover #tiptipbarsapani, in B-5 a little boy

Sprinkles the dripping water on his grandma's face,

the ground floor aunty has taken in the kitten

With a face hung in defeat; somebody screams for candles.

Betel climbs back into the earth, pink oleanders kiss

their yellow kin, in time of wind weighing

Similarities against differences, chunks of ice

Make sounds of boiling oil on asbestos.

And when it ends, the fascination not the downpour,

Torchlight apps see the what-ares in darkness,

A glimpse of the future when the gates are thrown open

And you are an eye watching rises and falls.

~Ajay
13/4/19