Which isn’t such a bad thing after all. Considering all the thoughts that wither away in my head because I procrastinate too long to write ’em down, this is a good idea. There’s another problem too: I usually come here with a mind to post, but end up blog-hopping, reading all the latest updates, and then there’s no time to write! Seems like such a bad excuse na? It ain’t, I promise it happens.
Apparently, there are prompts for each day’s post, but I’m feeling quite confident I won’t need them (read: heed them). But for starters, I’m going to play by the prompt for the month – Maybe. My interpretation of it? Here goes:
When the yellow blossoms turn golden on the trees
And the grass blades begin to fade from dark green.
The sun comes up early and stays on late,
Peeps in throughs trellises and shaded window panes.
The flowers on the mango trees turn plump in anticipation
And the Gulmohurs flame up the clear blue imagination.
The yellowed leaves rustle in the morning breeze
That carries the koel’s cuckoo across the balcony.
Who remembers then the wheezing last night
Of the dust storm that left a trail of dirt behind.
Of that and more Mays be
Year on year, till forever be?