Climate
Posted: 06 Jun 2012, 20:29
Kodaikanal
The observatory draws tourists
who come to see dark spots in the sun.
Here they talk ‘climate.’ Space is a snapshot,
a museum of telescopes and explanatory pictures.
Each dark spot is bigger in size than the earth.
Favorable changes might happen, more rains,
unusual, unseasonal blooming of the Kurunchi flowers.
At the house the flowers are the same pastel shades
of intermingled bright hues. Turnips, carrots, bush beans
and herbs thrive in the backyard.
We pretend three or four days in a hill station
can reduce the heat of our working days.
Once my half sari twined around the oars of a boat.
Now I search the meaning of 'Manorama'
Krishna as the full filler of Eternal Bliss
in these hills.
Climate -edited with Yoly's paring down
Kodaikanal
I remember the cold air
and my half sari twining
around the oars of a boat.
today the square bungalow's
kitchen is longer; an outhouse
edges the boundary, with a basement flat.
The observatory above the hills draws tourists
who come to see dark spots in the sun.
Favorable rains might fall and
unseasonal Kurunchi flowers may bloom.
Here they talk ‘climate’ , space is snapshot and
it is a museum of telescopes and explanatory pictures.
Each dark spot is bigger in size than the earth.
At the house the flowers are the same pastel shades
with intermingled bright hues. Turnips, carrots, bush beans
and herbs still thrive in the backyard.
We like to pretend three or four days in a hill station
can reduce the blaring heat of our working days.
Now
I search the meaning of 'Manorama'
Krishna as the full filler of Eternal Bliss
in these hills.
Climate-reworked
Kodaikanal
The first time I remembered the cold
I also remembered my half sari twining
around the oars of a boat.
Today
the spread out square bungalow is the same
only the kitchen has been extended; an outhouse
edges the boundary, with a basement flat.
Up above the hills the observatory draws tourists
who come to see the dark spots in the sun.
Favorable changes might happen, more rains,
unusual, unseasonal blooming of the Kurunchi flowers.
Here they talk ‘climate’ , space is snapshot and
it is a museum of telescopes and explanatory pictures.
Each dark spot is bigger in size than the earth.
Back to the house the flowers are the same pastel shades
with intermingled bright hues. We also get our turnips ,
carrots, bush beans and the herbs in the backyard.
We like to pretend the three or four days in a hill station
can reduce the blaring heat of our working days.
Now
I search the meaning of 'Manorama'
Krishna as the full filler of Eternal Bliss
in these hills.
Kodaikanal
The first time I remember the cold
was not when I was a school girl
but as an adolescent experimenting with emotions.
My feelings spread and I searched for warmth
I also remember my half sari twining
around the oars of a boat. Today
the spread out square bungalow is the same
only the kitchen has been extended; an outhouse
edges the boundary, with a basement flat.
Up above the hills the observatory draws tourists
who come to see the dark spots in the sun.
Favorable changes might happen, more rains,
unusual, unseasonal blooming of the Kurunchi flowers.
Here they talk ‘climate’ , space is snapshot and
it is a museum of telescopes and explanatory pictures.
Each dark spot is bigger in size than the earth.
Back to the house the flowers are the same pastel shades
with intermingled bright hues. We also get our turnips ,
carrots, bush beans and the herbs in the backyard.
We like to pretend the three or four days in a hill station
can reduce the blaring heat of our working days.
Now
I search the meaning of 'Manorama'
Krishna as the full filler of Eternal Bliss
in these hills.
The observatory draws tourists
who come to see dark spots in the sun.
Here they talk ‘climate.’ Space is a snapshot,
a museum of telescopes and explanatory pictures.
Each dark spot is bigger in size than the earth.
Favorable changes might happen, more rains,
unusual, unseasonal blooming of the Kurunchi flowers.
At the house the flowers are the same pastel shades
of intermingled bright hues. Turnips, carrots, bush beans
and herbs thrive in the backyard.
We pretend three or four days in a hill station
can reduce the heat of our working days.
Once my half sari twined around the oars of a boat.
Now I search the meaning of 'Manorama'
Krishna as the full filler of Eternal Bliss
in these hills.
Climate -edited with Yoly's paring down
Kodaikanal
I remember the cold air
and my half sari twining
around the oars of a boat.
today the square bungalow's
kitchen is longer; an outhouse
edges the boundary, with a basement flat.
The observatory above the hills draws tourists
who come to see dark spots in the sun.
Favorable rains might fall and
unseasonal Kurunchi flowers may bloom.
Here they talk ‘climate’ , space is snapshot and
it is a museum of telescopes and explanatory pictures.
Each dark spot is bigger in size than the earth.
At the house the flowers are the same pastel shades
with intermingled bright hues. Turnips, carrots, bush beans
and herbs still thrive in the backyard.
We like to pretend three or four days in a hill station
can reduce the blaring heat of our working days.
Now
I search the meaning of 'Manorama'
Krishna as the full filler of Eternal Bliss
in these hills.
Climate-reworked
Kodaikanal
The first time I remembered the cold
I also remembered my half sari twining
around the oars of a boat.
Today
the spread out square bungalow is the same
only the kitchen has been extended; an outhouse
edges the boundary, with a basement flat.
Up above the hills the observatory draws tourists
who come to see the dark spots in the sun.
Favorable changes might happen, more rains,
unusual, unseasonal blooming of the Kurunchi flowers.
Here they talk ‘climate’ , space is snapshot and
it is a museum of telescopes and explanatory pictures.
Each dark spot is bigger in size than the earth.
Back to the house the flowers are the same pastel shades
with intermingled bright hues. We also get our turnips ,
carrots, bush beans and the herbs in the backyard.
We like to pretend the three or four days in a hill station
can reduce the blaring heat of our working days.
Now
I search the meaning of 'Manorama'
Krishna as the full filler of Eternal Bliss
in these hills.
Kodaikanal
The first time I remember the cold
was not when I was a school girl
but as an adolescent experimenting with emotions.
My feelings spread and I searched for warmth
I also remember my half sari twining
around the oars of a boat. Today
the spread out square bungalow is the same
only the kitchen has been extended; an outhouse
edges the boundary, with a basement flat.
Up above the hills the observatory draws tourists
who come to see the dark spots in the sun.
Favorable changes might happen, more rains,
unusual, unseasonal blooming of the Kurunchi flowers.
Here they talk ‘climate’ , space is snapshot and
it is a museum of telescopes and explanatory pictures.
Each dark spot is bigger in size than the earth.
Back to the house the flowers are the same pastel shades
with intermingled bright hues. We also get our turnips ,
carrots, bush beans and the herbs in the backyard.
We like to pretend the three or four days in a hill station
can reduce the blaring heat of our working days.
Now
I search the meaning of 'Manorama'
Krishna as the full filler of Eternal Bliss
in these hills.