Tuesday, 11 April 2017

summer sweats





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the fire globe perched on sky rains fire, unswervingly;
street boils its distant memories of trees;
burning wind kisses faces, whispering distinctively
as silent consciousness inside dreams of solid walls;
AC drizzles on hot walls an irresolute sense,
bygone forests and towering city dreams…



Going through one of the hottest summer

14 comments:

  1. Bygone forests .. certainly a cause for this dreadful heatwave.

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  2. The boiling, sizzling end of time: "distant memories of trees." Wow.

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  3. Sounds apocalyptic! Poor forests.

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  4. This line is just wonderful:
    "street boils its distant memories of trees;"

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  5. I hope you get cooler weather to relieve you of that heat. I like the phrase "silent consciousness inside dreams of solid walls".

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  6. Summer sweats so aptly described! Well said.

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  7. Its really hot when the trees are gone in the city. Love these lines:

    street boils its distant memories of trees;
    burning wind kisses faces, whispering distinctively

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  8. such heat and sizzle from your words

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  9. Such fire in your words. One can feel it.

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  10. absolutely fine description of summers here!! it is scorching out in Mumbai this time!

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  11. I like the idea of the sun raining fire...
    It must be very difficult to cope with that heat.

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