Reverie

summer - I

a speck of green peeping out
from the rugged terrain
of the crooked boughs
of an obnoxiously obese
trunk , with intricacies on its canvas
that miss the eyes but hardly
does the patterns  of your epidermis
emerge unscathed from the scars
twisted unto the bark

a puddle of redness on the sea of your
skin spilling out like circles from
an infinitesimal point unto vast
unknown of your flesh and bones
a silent backdrop of wince to punctuate it all

and that speck of green dust
lost in the winding alleys of
brown wrinkles of that trunk
growing on that desert like
eyes moistened after love and loss

lines and lines of runes emanate
from the midriff spreading out into
the edges , a leaf unfolds in the
damp petrichor of that lonely rains

waving an invitation to all the
glistening black troop of ants march
and the gentle breeze lands on its
supple platform an occasional
Beatle blood red backed with
an drop of black on its centre back

the summer has come so does
the grasshopper sing leaping
from one steeple fronds of ferns
guarding the humble feet of those
decidua humbly bowed with
a robe of deep forest green

horizons share their cup of tea
later and later with the red faced
sun tired after its daily loiterings
the scent of jasmine and mint
fight to take hold of olfactory chambers

summer all around , and myriads
unnamed birds tinkle their teeny voices
setting unto motion of the pendulums
of a midsummer's concert

the streets around thirsty
for the trickle of sweats
from the tramping foots
marching past its winding routes
dusts well up into a dull pellet
amidst some notch that
diverged from the cracks in the street
birthed by the yellowish  glare
of the overhead sun