Sunday, March 01, 2009

Summer

Beating down, dry and bold
Smarting under attack, it ridicules

Recovery the key, evident in the archives
Prescient it is, ashes of time say so

Eons to fandom, miles to travel
Hopes don't just float, evaporate they

Stronger than the bourgeois white,
Annihilation comes calling, seeks thee

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

That was powerful! Unusual comparisons and a lot of meaning packed there...though I had to re-read it again and again to make sure I comprehend the essence of the poem well. But then, poetry is all about varied interpretations and emotions displayed in indistinct forms so what matters is the bottom-line. I truly enjoyed this poem. Lovely to see such variety on your blog.

-Krishna.

1:05 AM  
Blogger Tejas said...

Hey Kris,

So many thanks for the comment and returning to my blog. Really glad that you are with me in this blog journey :)

After re-reading this, I feel I could have done better, but as you rightly mentioned - poetry is all about interpretations! Maybe, it's good in its current form :)

Thanks again.

3:00 PM  

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