Monday, May 24, 2010

Napkin Notes V

Summer rain, incessant
The spirit waded through knee deep water
Looking fresh and crisp

Summer night heist
Martyr, a loyal lock. Convict, a confederate hammer
Loot, years of sleepless nights

Summer noon. Hot tarmac
Bare feet on the run. Rests on the drenched lawn.
Bodies lie down facing skywards, holding hands

Rainy night.Salad days
An orchid bloomed in its sixteenth summer
Amid the aroma of wet soil, in his company

Summer night. Lost
A bee buzzes around a glass jar of honey
A feast for only its eyes


Smriti said...

Nice ones...

Diversity Under Constructiont said...

and you call it napkin notes... :P
good write!