April 14, 2008

[Writer's island] Soul...



sunlight
piercing through the skin
sweat
dripping from every pore

days
seem to go never ending
nights
wish they went on forever

summer
God, i hate this climate
winter
will i ever get to see this?

swap places
i wish i could
live in an igloo
wrapped in a bundle

when will this end
put me out of my mysery
so my soul can take flight
feel free...

Aaarti (c) 15th april


A poem that i wrote trying to distract myself from the unbearable heat.. ended up with my soul wanting to fly away and be free[which is the prompt at Writers Island this week]... :)
Chennai is known for its HOT KILLING SUMMER'S, infact that is one reason, why a lot of people DONT want to visit or move to this city.. summer's are killing.. we basically have three seasons through the year..
Hot.. Hotter.. Hottest.. :)

10 comments:

  1. phew! i know...and kathri hasn't started yet...!

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  2. Ah! we often prefer the opposite to the weather we're getting at the moment.
    You describe the sentiment well.

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  3. Heat sounds good to me - it's been cold here for 10 months. Nice work!

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  4. heh..heh...don'i know it..i spent 4 sweltering years in chennai...but beieve me extreme cold tempting tho it may be,...is not too great either!!!

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  5. i knw... i wa there for 2 dayzz...and i thought most of me was melting away :-/


    btw..the poem is fantastic :)

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  6. well aarti...nice thaughts put up in wonderful words..summer is been great in GOA here...i guess you shuld have a vacation here in goa..

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  7. Ahh...nvr been to south... but yes heard a lot abt the sun-arrows, they strike hard. Hey ur welcome to Northern India!

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  8. Just thought of dropping some color to weave your tapestry.

    I know the climate in Chennai.The heat sure makes you want to jump in a lake,but nice to know it can provoke poetry too :D

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