Magical May Poem by Vinaya Joseph

Today was 18th,
Almost middle May
And as I begin to pen about
How musical and magical May
Made its way into my day

I scribbled
May days and nights
In my diary
Then crossed it…

I peep inside my heart
For memories of May

Sitting on my wooden chair and desk,
Besides my window,
Curtains drawn to the edges,
With my mahoganys, casuarinas, arecas
And countless other trees
Standing tall in the sun,
Sometimes their leaves
Trembling in the gentle wind,
I could see their shadows
On the cemented wall,
In front of me,
As well as on the tanned ground,
Under the rays of bright morning sun,
My home was glowing like a firefly,

I took a break,
So that new thoughts could flow,
Cooked lunch for my parents,
Then sliced pineapple and prepared juice,
So that when they come back from the hot sun,
It would ease them from the heat

Then again I sat down,
To write my thoughts,
As to what May means to me
21st meant brother’s birthday,
Also of a day when a political leader was assassinated,

The slight breeze on my wooden windows,
Played with my thoughts…
My mind was a battlefield,
Of past and present thoughts
On the miracles of May!

Amid nature,
I could hear clear,
The little mumblings,
Of my bewildered heart

Morning the sky was clear blue
I could listen to the chirping of the birds,
The sound of wind,
Loud cawing of the crows,
One after the other,
Like an orchestra…

Evening the sky grew gloomy,
Covered with pregnant heavy clouds,
Sun softened and mellowed down,
Usually, I leave home in a hurry
To catch a bus,
And reach office on time,
Before rain starts drumming down the street…
I walk from Kasaba bus stop
To MG Road,
I see Metro work progressing,
Sunk deep in the river of my thoughts,
I walk into the elevator,
To be greeted by the security guards,
The dusty road gave way to the AC office,
Another day was to begin,
For me at the newspaper office,
Weaving stories on a page,
Of joy and sorrow
Spinning tales
For tomorrow morning’s read