Thursday, June 15, 2006

Strawberry sherbet

We sit side by side on the warm brick steps, a bowl of strawberry sherbet between us. A scrap of paper flutters in the breeze. Evening light skips around on the green blades and in your voice. Your laughter bursts like ice against my palate.

This moment, how do I capture this moment before it melts away.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Just just beyootiful. Evening light and the translucence of sherbet.
austere

i would only place the line re the struggle in present cont.- for immediacy and struggle

sapna said...

:) Wah!

Reshma said...

Austereji, thanks for that Haibun bit. it's as though I got a new weapon:Derr i might abuse it for now, but who knows , with practise ..:D

Pearl, what a lovely profile pic!

sapna said...

reshma, I miss those rediffblogs days and all the fun we used to have there!!!!!!!!!

Maddy said...

Resh, beautiful again :)

Pradeep said...

:-) Reshji.. beautiful as always.. Lovvved the lil poem. and the sherbet. Found u finally.

ചില നേരത്ത്.. said...

red red Mehendi, I am Onida's Neighbour :)