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>I finally, admit it. But don’t hate me for thinking this way, please! I have been slow in putting up poems on my blog because I didn’t feel very comfortable about it always. Perhaps because I am technically a new blogger. It’s not just random people picking up my random thoughts and lines that I am scared of, but it’s also something to do with my allegiance to the paper form of my writing, an old habit nurtured too long. Anyway, I’ll try to be more forthcoming as time passes. Now, I wrote this poem up realizing I sorely miss the warm and humid weather of India — the years I spent in Delhi, and before that my hometown Guwahati. Both the places I’ll see soon. Ithaca has summers like Delhi autumns and winters like the North Pole…!! Hence this musing about the weather!

It’s musty in my town —
Not frosty
It’s a bit hasty
Like here it is gusty
It tweaks open buds early morning
Makes my shingled heart tremble
With it’s rippled caress every dawn.
It can be dry as rolled oats
With sand flowing under the nails
After rivers go for a sleep-full rest
Never to come back again

Like lost pets.
It’s musty
And not frosty
It rains as if the sky had forgotten
Something stirred its tears
Kicking up spiral mud where
Our ankles twist and slip playfully
And our guard drops like water
That wipes our dusty faces
Tired from running life’s errands –
Same jokes, same wasted tests.
It’s musty
Not frosty at all
Although winter can hoodwink
You into bundling up in
Hats socks and scarves entwining
As though we were trapped inside
Thermal rainbows, fuzzy and bright
Watching the mist roll up its
Car windows, slowly passing by –
A short-term guest.
It certainly is musty
Never frosty there
A bit lusty with bodies shining
In sweat and warm diurnal light
Gliding through the sun and moon’s
Humid corridors to where
The town heaves everyday
Without repose or rest.

7 comments on “>THE WEATHER IN MY TOWN

  1. Moonflower
    November 12, 2008

    >Oh how lovely Fleuve! I know this town, it’s like mine!!Feel so sad to read this—“rivers go for a sleep-full restNever to come back againLike lost pets”!!and”Watching the mist roll up itsCar windows, slowly passing by –A short-term guest”Sweetheart, you are good.

  2. Too much to lose
    November 12, 2008

    >I tried to feel what I was reading and I experienced the summer,the winter and the rains all in a minute.”Tired from running life’s errands – Same jokes, same wasted tests.”A very realistic sentence….something very true and that which we try to avoid….

  3. tanuj solanki
    November 12, 2008

    >well put!very nice read…

  4. Ritu
    November 12, 2008

    >Your poetry is lyrical …. I like your economy with words

  5. fleuve-souterrain
    November 12, 2008

    >Moonflower,sometimes bea little critical girl! No, i agree those lines are my favs too…TMTL:rings so true right? I am amazed I could say that i a poem, usually it’d seem mundane to say “same jokes, same wasted tests”!Poet-man (now that is copyrighted!)thanks for peeking in.Ritu LalitI hope I can call you just Ritu? Thanks for the compliment. But you know, I really wish I was economical with words. You haven;t seen my verbose long poems, you’ll be shocked! btw, I did enjoy a lot of things on your blog. Humour is something I envy and prize.

  6. Rinkly Rimes
    November 14, 2008

    >You have a lovely way with words and the playfulness of all the .musty. rhymes was very arresting. The photo is great too.

  7. fleuve-souterrain
    November 14, 2008

    >Dear RimesI did have fun with these rhyming pattern. apart from the ‘musty’, also with the last word of each stanze — pets/tests/guest/rest…The photograph is of the major river in my hometown — the mighty Brahmaputra. The longest river in India and a majestic one at that! This is sunset on the river seen from the city’s river bank… love it!

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