In the sultry heat,
When trees bend their heads, looking so forlorn
And leaves curl
(There is such sorrow in watching them)
When street dogs scramble beneath shade
And lie panting
When clothes in the clothesline hang limp
Like mourners of the dead -
In the centre of the crossroads
That extends to barren emptiness all around…
I hear the flutter of fallen leaves at my feet
And turn to look –
The breeze comes up, smoking.
It is raining somewhere far away.
She comes, enwraps me in her shawl
Smothers me with passion.
Bringing me memories of innocence and irrepressible joy.
She wears the fragrance of my forgotten youth.
Flickering their tongues
Snakes sneak out from their holes, savouring the air.
The rain is coming nearer, nearer, it is almost here -
I wait –
With great love and tenderness in my heart
I wait to see the flowers bloom.
********Balachandran, Trivandrum, 23.03.2009