The weird and wonderful summers of Bengaluru: breezy mornings; stuffy mid-mornings; scorching hot afternoons; thunderously wet evenings that make way for silent and comfortable nights. A few bright blooms hang around long after the spring beauties have left; bugs aplenty and birds going full throttle at the mating game — there is never a dull moment.
Ms. Cool-Blue breeze
Plays hide and seek
Early in the morning.
Vanishing, as the sun comes up,
she leaves us with promises
she doesn’t intend to keep
The sun starts work,
at 10 am sharp
to make the air stiff and stuffy.
He peaks at noon,
To boil us bare,
And make our tempers go off too soon.
The clouds descend
As if on cue,
To save us from his wrath.
But Mr. Sun, is not someone
To give up something —
so easily, so soon.
The wind too, is livid,
At Sun’s bossiness;
He blows in and out, and all around
Upending all that comes his way.
By evening time,
The clouds decide
to take matters into their hand.
In bursts and spurts
the rain comes down
to ease us off our pain
As the clouds silence —
the sun and the wind
And the night descends
Ms. Cool-Blue breeze decides,
to make an appearance again.
©Pavitra Baxi 2020
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