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A summer evening
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A summer evening |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium 
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Days, long warm, sunny and bright, An evening breeze, cool, relaxed delight, I sit on a park bench after a pleasurable walk, The other side from a green bench, I heard lovers talk. Children, elders and teenagers too, Women, girls, young and old move, Tilted rays dripping from the dusky sun, Joggers enjoy their evening run. Month of June, as I note it to be, Had felt the day's heat at the back of my neck, The breeze flowing had cooled me down, I felt free From the shackled of yesterday's dark, cold wreck. Winter stays long gone, into distant yesterday, My mind took a flight, into the distance quite away, Of my homeland, changing seasons, I could imagine the realm, Thought, 'must be the start of rains', into warm belly of earth, spreading calm. The most wondrous scent of the earth, Lingering smell from first rains, Nostrils stirred, sounds heard, felt home's warmth, Ah! I miss my hometown, caused some pangs, a few pains. Farmers, now, would be greeting the burst of cloud, Their lands would be in a brilliant green shroud, Planting rice, sowing seeds, with happy faces and cheer, Thanking the Gods of rain, praising Lord's will that He is fair. A sound of a child, a ball dropped by, Back to the green park, and the evening sun, I picked up the ball and threw it back to the boy, Happy, satisfied, he continued toward the ball his run. Soon, it was night, I stood up, Mesmerised by the night's twinkling lights, Time to go, to my room, I still had to climb four stairs up, This summer day and its night offered me such lovely delights. ~~~~First spring, then summer~~~~ Hey you, out there in the cold, Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisle, With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in without a fight. Hey you, out there on your own, Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me? Hey you, with your ear against the wall, Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home.... by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
This was a lovely description of spring ... sights and scents you did impart upon me this morning ... thank you for the lovely journey Sudhir, well done! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
In brilliant summer's golden haze I chanced on by and caught your gaze, as you watched over field brillantine caught in daytime's daylight dream... and I watched as the set of twilight came called out softly your sweet name and walked we did, in summer's dream in all its hues of gold and green... and knowing that I could not stay, I told you that I must leave and away I went, and left you behind in summer's heat, under moonlit sky... so in my fantasies, in summer's golden haze I'll chance upon you, catch your gaze, as you watch over field brillantine caught in daytime's daylight dream... ~~~~~~~~ See what you start! Well done, Sudhir, magical and lyrical as always... I think sometimes you try to outdo 'Deer, Sy, Parker... you do have a way with your pen... Sunshine ~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. Helen Keller ~~~ |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Kit, Thanks for reading this one...I am glad I managed to provide you some sort of a 'Beaming GOOD MORNING'. Karilea, I just saw your post just now, and I am become completely numb...I am glad I inspired a work of art there... Do you seriously think I am trying to outdo greats like Balladeer, Seymour, Parker... No way, not at all. I am such a rustic with words, how can I even possibly dream of that. But thanks a lot if you think that way and are putting me on that revered platform...I can say I am blessed then for I know nothing of meter, just a bit I do with rhyme, thats all... Thank you for you very kind words...and your ever present support. Regards, sudhir. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
wondeful writing Sud, the imagery here is perfect... and the rhyme made it fun in the summer sun. superb!! later-poet-gator jm I think I could need - this in my life I think I'm just scared - that I know too much I can't relate and that's a problem I'm feeling ... If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home There's an awful lot of breathing room But I can hardly move If you're gone - baby you need to come home cuz there's a little bit of something me... In everything in you. ~MB20~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Janet, Many thanks. I am very glad you enjoyed it. Regards, sudhir. Hey you, out there in the cold, Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisle, With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in without a fight. Hey you, out there on your own, Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me? Hey you, with your ear against the wall, Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home.... by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Sudhir~ Your muse is shining and what a glory he/she does bring  Sweet poem friend TC~ Love is the life of the soul... It is the harmony of the universe |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Sudhir this poem is full of life and beauty. James |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Tracie, James, Thanks a lot for reading and for feeling the way you feel about this one... Many regards, Sudhir. |
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amazon_lover Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 491Dublin,Ireland |
Hi Sudhir It was a beautful poem and a lovely summer evening. Vivid imageries and almost evryting was experienced in that evening. Sincerely A_L |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Hey Amazon, Thanks for reading... I am extremely glad, that you found it enjoyable. Regards, sudhir |
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shilpi Member
since 2000-05-24
Posts 73 |
Hi sudhir, I've been held up in my work for some time now, so I wasn't able to keep up with the poems posted here..... But you made my day today..... Your poem, once again, was as refreshing as always !!! Regards, shilpi |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Thanks Shilpi for reading this and spending valuable time on posting... so busy at work, huh??? Do visit this place once in a while... Take Care, Sudhir My heart is pounding, my stomach's inside out I'm feeling kind-a-shaky, my mind is full of doubt All I ever think about, is fearing fear itself, Wish I could unscrew my head and put it on the shelf Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Don't know what I'm looking at, the lights are all too bright My brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor Sweep 'em up. Throw 'em away, don't want 'em anymore Clouds race across the sky, day turns into night, Still there are the questions, no answers in sight Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Starin' out the window, everything is just too bright Brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor, Wish I could unscrew my head, and kick it out the door... You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange ~ Strange ~ Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream) |
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