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In the silence of afternoon
Sipping away a tea
at the end of afternoon
cherishes the mind ever so
to fly like squeaking parakeets.
myna plays music
using its chirruping notes
perch to a gulmohar branch.
using its chirruping notes
perch to a gulmohar branch.
The early sea breeze
usually embraces in mid-summer
illuminates the memories
of sweet summer holidays.
usually embraces in mid-summer
illuminates the memories
of sweet summer holidays.
The usually lazy afternoon
plays active role in mind
engage seek with memories
fishing the best out of memory.
plays active role in mind
engage seek with memories
fishing the best out of memory.
The mild sunshine
coming out of cold winter
the year’s first raindrop
touched the ground a day ago.
coming out of cold winter
the year’s first raindrop
touched the ground a day ago.
Sipping away a tea
at the end of afternoon
cherishes the mind ever so
to fly like squeaking parakeets.
What a lovely description!
ReplyDeleteGood lines.
ReplyDeleteYou write well.
This was such a peaceful read. I felt a sense of calmness reading it. I loved the last stanza.
ReplyDeletebeautiful memories of warmer days to come!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Jeevan... So peaceful..And that photo you chose is PERFECT.
ReplyDeleteWe've been in Arkansas this week enjoying some time at gorgeous Mt. Nebo. Hope you had a good week.
Betsy
Your poem is a shower to summer
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Wonderful image and lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo and words.
ReplyDeleteWow! lovely descriptions!
ReplyDeleteeven that pict clicked by you itself is poetry
ReplyDeleteI can't begin to tell you how much I enjoy your poetry. This photo is beautiful as well.
ReplyDeleteLovely Jeevan. If I am there , I would have fallen asleep, in the soothing warmth!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem :)
ReplyDeleteconcluding lines were like cherry on the cake :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful..
"Sipping away a tea
ReplyDeleteat the end of afternoon
cherishes the mind ever so
to fly like squeaking parakeets."
Can feel my heart in these words... very nicely done..:)
Ah, the poem and the picture remind me of days when just watching the afternoon grey into the evening and blacken into the night provided contentment. That seems like a long time ago now!
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