Summer arrives in Hyderabad, with Haiku

The trees along the road, overlooking people's compound walls, peeping over the crumbling walls of historic sites, and of course, the view from my balcony...all have together given me some great moments the past few weeks. And so the Haiku emerges, distracting me, of course, from the traffic, but also bringing a smile to my lips as I navigate the rushing hours of the day. The very amateurish photos are grabbed by me as I rush through the day.

Please read this as a work in progress...as new images and words come together, they will find their way here. And I must mention the debt of gratitude I owe my friend Sadhana, whose enthusiasm for the wonders of nature is infectious!

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Quotidian joys:

the purple jacaranda

against the blue sky

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Copper pods burst into

flame, blazing a bold yellow

along the highway

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Silver oaks witness

Traffic’s mad, rude rowdy rush

To distant nowheres

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The rain trees' branches

spread their generous arms

like waiting grandfathers

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An open blossom

reveals a whole world within

--faith, beauty, and peace

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The pink touched blooms of

the temple tree now welcome

summer’s mango scent

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Swinging mangoes wait

pregnant with pungent promise--

green to yellow soon!

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Overhead, around

it’s blooming summer, smiles, sweat...

holidays arrive!

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