The Un-loved Summer!

             If someone ever asks me ,  what weather do you like ?. Such a cliche thing!... Right?!. But its always the cliche that makes two fools comfortable enough to dive deep into life and death conversations, the conversations that brain pops up at the dining tables just to make them giggle and their parents suspicious. Khair....

               Should I try my best to make the answer a summer vs winter contest that happens on every now and then on twitter that everyone hates but anyhow takes part . So my reply will be 'I like summer'. Its not because summer is my favorite weather. And not because I dislike or like-less the winters, I can also stretch out a whole bundle of poetry  in a cool cozy winter night , I know I can , ...or ...may be I can not, anyhow it doesnt matter..... Khair here we were talking about The Summer .  The poor summer that never gets enough appreciation.

            HOLY SUMMER NOONS ...I often leave air conditioned room in a scorching summer noon and go outside just to sit under The tangerine tree. As the burning breeze cooled down just to the optimum but warm temperatures strikes past the uncovered portion of arms, whole perspective of summer changes. The leaves barely drifting as if moaning over the utmost cruel abandonment by humans in the harshest of times. The weird sort of silence prevailing around them , to be disturbed off and on by rustling leaves gives a sense of peace, the kind of peace homologous to what a a post-war wretched city or a deserted hospital carries. . And then comes the actual feast. As the sun starts crumbling down from its mighty grounds, the shadows start lenghthening, golden sunlight sieving through the leaves ....a philosopher can find enough of his purpose to life!!!!. The shrieking koyal in some nearby mango tree being topping to the whole scenerio, not if the stupid bird got laryngitis by screaming unnecessarily on seeing his beloved(mango) or,..., after eating them unripe. Whatever!

           MAJESTIC FULL MOON MOONSOON NIGHTS! I think I will not be able to do justice to them. I live in an area where nights are much colder compared to days. Full moon alone carries hell lot of magic to not allow the eyes of earthlings to wander around, and if there happens to appear a cluster of cloud wanderers , like homeless, who have nowhere to go , besiging the dearest , poorest lonely moon . How long will the secret conversation go on. Each of them paying its tribute and then moving aside, is it the clouds which are moving or the moon ........one excited person trying to capture the moments, getting frustrated by the low quality of his camera , throwing mobile aside, going back to staring phase behaving like a restless lover who gets thrilled and nervous and stuttered yet absolute clueless on seeing his majestic beloved  ....someone else just sitting and breathing and looking blankly at the moon reminiscing the days when grandma used to sing how fairies  lived on that moon and how quickly those days got lost somewhere... ...and then suddenly someone somewhere starts playing flute, and the one who was on the verge of breaking down, breaks down!, Suddenly there are no clouds but a majestic halo around moon!