-A window ajar is a prelude in building to the joy of being limitless! That uneasiness of being familiar somehow, sometime, somewhere.......

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Play it again Sam?

The childhood of the azure morning grows into the adolescence of the perfect noon like a lady in her ballroom dress, embroidered in the cotton of the white clouds. The bright capacious light, that dances, wagging all through the distance of the baggies of green woods and over the sparkling waters and cascades through the valleys they call parking-spaces and plunges into the crevices of the routines.
Shadows formed on the warm pavement are darker and distinct, the dry air lies motionless with the mutual smiles of faces glistening heavily in the weight of the consolidate warmth.
Once a while a rare breeze gathered conveys the sweet of the lillies that it had gently stroked on the way. The women lovely in their cuts of bright pinks and parrot greens walk their voluptuous sways silently enjoying the admiring eyes of the bare-chested young men. Hordes of children engage in their own pleasant reverie unmindful of the grime, howling and laughing . Sweet invisible chirps are heard more than often from beyond the rickety yawning street.

As if this be just a fine tuning it rains from nowhere a few tiny droplets for a very brief moment and then the masterly rendition is repeated with the rainbow as the violin.

In such afternoons, what else could one taste but the bitter froths of the pint: many a pints and many a barrels.
Play it again Sam?

Will ya? This is as near as we could get to the sun.

PS: On the absolutely lovely day of 21 June, 2005 : The longest day of the calendar.


Prat said...

Oh my.
How do you do it?
How are your first lines always so beautiful.
I can smell the distinct beer breath all the way here and stare on as you take in the pretty summer afternoon.
Thankyou for telling me about it.

. : A : . said...

Beautifully visual uber. Could see so much here. And yes, smell the beer too.


Extempore said...

I saw every ray of light, watched every shadow dance, felt every breeze caress its way by and tasted every swig of beer. Lovely, Uber. Beyond mere words.

Thank you for the sunshine. :)

Ubermensch said...

Drunkards all!!

Free Spirit said...


Love the pictures you invoked in my mind.

Ubermensch said...

What can be more beauiful than making someoe nearer to themselves,Im glad, thank you.

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