M.D Dinesh Nair

Veteran Poet - 1,560 Points (Thrissur/Vijayawada)


Looking out of the windows small or large
And I can feel it for myself
A Dying spring ushering in a spell of heat!
The sky is no more shady or pale
And it has got a blue colour that burns like
The face of the fairy who poses as a dame for now
And I am not here for my happier season ahead
As he is waiting outside.

My dying spring will not last any more
And I am to miss its a wonderful feel inside my home!
It is first the early morning and the air is very clean,
And the not that soft sun-rays
Have started caressing my skin too.
And I am scared of the Villain waiting outside!
I have seen him come and go once a year.

The cup of a strong tea not sweetened at all
[ 'May God take revenge on my wife'! ]
I hold in my hand and browse the news paper
That tells most about the pangs of a linguistic state
That is soon going to be bifurcated
Enjoying the sweetness of my peaceful surroundings.
I cannot anymore sit for long like in the past!
He is waiting outside, I know it.

The flowers have a sweet perfume,
The songs of the birds are sweet,
And they have to enrich my today with energy
But I know this warmth is nothing but a small phase.
The villain is impatiently waiting outside my home too
I have often seen his face that burns like fire!

A real gift from heaven appears to descend on us
We assume it to be the most precious thing.
Then the infinite woes of the wild season pour in.
Fools of sensations we have ever been perhaps!
He is soon to occupy our thoughts and homes
The villain - the SUMMER of this 2014.
Why should I look through the window anymore?

Submitted: Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 26, 2014

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Valerie, Hazel and all their friends in England and beyond the Atlantic
begin to enjoy their summer ahead, let my introduce my villainous guest
of woes waiting outside.

Comments about this poem (WHY SHOULD I LOOK THROUGH THE WINDOWS ANYMORE? by M.D Dinesh Nair )

  • Silver Star - 3,175 Points Valerie Dohren (3/6/2014 5:32:00 PM)

    Pity we can't combine our summer with yours Dinesh, and get something moderate. Enjoyed reading. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,984 Points Rajesh Thankappan (3/6/2014 10:03:00 AM)

    In Indian cities the woes of summer is often compounded by prolonged power cuts. These two villains often join hand to pulverize us into pulp. An enchanting poem. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,405 Points Diane Hine (3/2/2014 9:14:00 PM)

    I just enjoyed a week in Tasmania to escape Perth's villainous summer - bright blue is the hottest colour.
    I appreciated this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,744 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (2/28/2014 10:23:00 AM)

    Dying spring will not last any more
    Scorching summer awaits. Rainy season was severe. There is no where to go. Poem brings all these out in a powerful way. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 687 Points Kavya . (2/28/2014 3:19:00 AM)

    the advent of summer is experienced by all of us and is so well portrayed in ur poem...sir but y blame ur poor wife for the tea she serves! after all the sweetnees lies not in the tea, but in the heart! : -) (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 7,450 Points Lyn Paul (2/27/2014 9:47:00 PM)

    Great words Perhaps you should consider iced tea in your heated season. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 291 Points Nasarudheen Parameswaran (2/27/2014 4:08:00 AM)

    By modifying SUMMER with the scene of people working in the field or roads, sir, we can open the windows for breeze. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,908 Points Soulful Heart (2/27/2014 3:42:00 AM)

    The glistening of sweaty beads hv joined us once again indeed.....a villian that is growing fiercer every year....a consequence of misuse sinces ages of this globe....so well expressed....here comes the tiring summer... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 19,088 Points Valsa George (2/27/2014 3:24:00 AM)

    A scorching summer is waiting outside! Even before its ceremonious entry, we have begun to experience its parching presence! The misgivings and uncertainty of a state getting bifurcated adds to the woes.... I think the hot strong tea, not sweetened goes well with the season...! ! (so thoughtfully served by a wife who is so anxiously concered about her husband's health!) Enjoyed this partially humorous and partially serious poem! ! A 10 for this (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 7,545 Points Geetha Jayakumar (2/26/2014 10:09:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem filled with humour, summer. Very true said....The villain - the SUMMER of this 2014.. Pangs on bifurcation.....This summer will take everyone on its grip....You have penned it very well beautifully. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anne Havell (2/26/2014 9:52:00 AM)

    The contrast between everyday things and the anticipation of what is ahead creates a tension which I think works really well. Thank you drawing my attention to it.
    Anne (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,683 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (2/26/2014 9:31:00 AM)

    Emotions, humour and anguish very cleverly portrayed here........Dineshji.........Summer, humour on tea and
    pangs on bifurcation..........very well composed as usual....... (Report) Reply

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