Spring-time Rains

"And when it rains as thus in the Spring, the bountiful boughs, in gratitude, shower their flowers and the moistening earth, in joy, exudes petrichor!"

The Campus looks enlivened again today! It is the season of Spring and the flowering trees have been holding beautiful inflorescence, like an adornment embellishing their curvy branches and bark. Until yesterday, the flowers reigned bright and ebullient, bathed by the ample sunlight and constantly pecked by the overjoyed songbirds of the Spring. The abundance of the flower laden trees and the joyous Spring-time displays mellowed the harshness of the heat. The floral aroma of different kinds mixed in the sultry hot air of March and April and made a campus walk enjoyable even on a hot afternoon.

The one thing missing was the coolness of the campus air. And the Spring-time rains came down and brought with them all that coolness and a lot more

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Spring-time rains, in the campus lanes
Tap a little tune, on my window panes

They gather some grey, on a dusky day
And cast a cuddly cheer, on my curling way

The flowers on show, on the big burly bough
Fall and float with glee, down as they go

Sieving through the leaves, the frivolous weaves
A spell of jaunty love, of the smitten and the thieves

This flirty stealing breeze, swirls with lovely ease
To kiss and pluck the flowers, and sway them in its seize

Such flowers of Spring, sheathe with zesty zing
The soil with hues and nectar, as the passerines sing
  
The gushing gust, girdles with lust
The girth of the trunk, that catches it first

Feathery floating pods, with wings or curly cords
Swing in tizzy turns, when the wind so wily prods

Drops skim the cheeks, when the canopy leafy leaks
Swinging with the singing gale, the eager branch now creaks 

Twigs tiny tumble, bigger branches bumble,
Dancing on the roof, slump down and they crumble

Misty air settles, Midst the freshly bathed petals
Joy flows in crazy musings, and steaming hot kettles

Spring-time rainy days, of fragrance and lovely haze
Of songs and silly laughter, and walks on campus ways


Vindy
12 April 2015

Lost Times

For this single straying second I shed a single tear
In the deepest depths of my thoughts,
Which have stayed still and sad
These thoughts of all the lost times, that I can still see so clear
And wish I had harnessed them better,
When those times were there to be had


I look at the broken twig
That looks like a lost bit of wood
And lies in the rain splattered mud
Like a forlorn figure, no good

I look at the faded buff of tea
That lays all cold and blunt
On the corner of the veranda's teapoy
As it bears all the downpour's brunt

I look at the torn tarpaulin
That says of the times bygone
Of busy flitting times that bustled
And fizzled since the ताता had gone

I look at the smoke-stained stone
That has borne the brunt of the soot
And now shows a dull fading face
Even as the culprits hoot

I look at the weed strewn fields
That reek of an orphaning neglect
Of their fertility wasted in folly
Of the poor father and his hapless regret


For this single straying second I still look at those times lost
In the deepest depths of my thoughts,
Which have stayed still and sad
I shed a single tear for the brimming moments I tossed
And let them go all adrift,
When they were all there to be had


Vindy