By Sukanya Bhuyan
Yellow shower of Azadirachta and a gentle breeze
Welcome me into springtide,
Sweet summer aroma of its flowers
Trigger memories of childhood
Spent in dusty streets chasing butterflies.
Summer resonated the vibrations of steel and china,
The savouring of fresh lemonade and squishy mangoes,
The vibrant petunias and pansies in my garden
Daring me to seek munias and flycatchers
While I relished collecting dews from leaflets.
Spectacular evenings were devoted to
Watching the scarlet sun disappear
Behind the magnificent mountains
From the podium of my sacrosanct balcony,
And admiring the lush greenery
Coming alive from the fervent rain,
While some delightful yet poignant melodies
Were played on a harmonium in the background.
1000 miles away from home,
Amidst skyscrapers and trapped cars on the road,
Summer is a rush of hot wind
Exhaled on my face,
Choking my hardened tan of skin.
Sweaty palms, sweaty soles
And sweaty souls
Trying to find equilibrium in this state of instability.
A sporadic drizzle
Tries to attain that familiar petrichor
And quench the parched soil,
Much like the roots of my withering lavender
Try incessantly clinging to floppy earth.