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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
Bygone forests .. certainly a cause for this dreadful heatwave.
ReplyDeleteThe boiling, sizzling end of time: "distant memories of trees." Wow.
ReplyDeleteSounds apocalyptic! Poor forests.
ReplyDeleteThis line is just wonderful:
ReplyDelete"street boils its distant memories of trees;"
I hope you get cooler weather to relieve you of that heat. I like the phrase "silent consciousness inside dreams of solid walls".
ReplyDeleteSummer sweats so aptly described! Well said.
ReplyDeleteIts really hot when the trees are gone in the city. Love these lines:
ReplyDeletestreet boils its distant memories of trees;
burning wind kisses faces, whispering distinctively
such heat and sizzle from your words
ReplyDeleteSuch fire in your words. One can feel it.
ReplyDeleteThank you all...really hot here!
ReplyDeleteWow, that comes vividly to life!
ReplyDeleteabsolutely fine description of summers here!! it is scorching out in Mumbai this time!
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of the sun raining fire...
ReplyDeleteIt must be very difficult to cope with that heat.