याद पिया की आए
i miss you.
my disgruntled face,
constant gnarling at the sun
might have already betrayed
how much i hate the summer.
i hate the summer,
i miss you.
i miss your movement across the earth
as you
t i p t o e / march,
tread lightly / thunder in,
caress / trample,
r e j u v e n a t e / strangle.
most of all,
i miss you because
i wish you would rush in,
darken the skies with clouds
like kajal for a goddess.
shove the sun
under a celestial carpet
woven from cool water
and colder skies.
i miss you.
my hatred for the sun
only progresses with the months
till july, till you descend.
they say that when love arrives,
you can hear a hundred violins,
you can see the colours in every living thing.
when you arrive,
i see only joy -
pure liquid joy.
i miss you.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
याद पिया की आए
i miss you.
my disgruntled face,
constant gnarling at the sun
might have already betrayed
how much i hate the summer.
i hate the summer,
i miss you.
i miss your movement across the earth
as you
t i p t o e / march,
tread lightly / thunder in,
caress / trample,
r e j u v e n a t e / strangle.
most of all,
i miss you because
i wish you would rush in,
darken the skies with clouds
like kajal for a goddess.
shove the sun
under a celestial carpet
woven from cool water
and colder skies.
i miss you.
my hatred for the sun
only progresses with the months
till july, till you descend.
they say that when love arrives,
you can hear a hundred violins,
you can see the colours in every living thing.
when you arrive,
i see only joy -
pure liquid joy.
i miss you.
my love for the rains is directly proportional to my deep hatred for the sun/summer/sunshine/heat. i really, REALLY love the rains.
Thank you, gargesh for the prompt hehe
