this coming of summer

this coming of summer




jyēṣṭha has come
fading spring into high summer
everything, everywhere is cloaked
by a passionate and unforgiving sun.

it’s romance is bitter-sweet.

the days are tired with excess light
and the nights are ephemeral, yet star studded
we seek-and-shy from its sultry noon
and insanely ache for its windswept evenings.

. . .

inside, our home and heart
the last few days have been painful
and stained with worry
as my mother fell scaringly ill.

after some relieving test reports and hospital stay
she’s safely back home.

now, with her homecoming
life feels full and flowing
and its meaning
i’m learning to read better.

2 comments:

  1. I am sorry to read about your mother's illness, I hope she is all well now. <3

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  2. god has been truly kind
    she is well and back to being herself
    thank you and sending you love

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -