Friends

My friends, seasons they are
seasons they are my friends
scored as the summer sun,
burning my senses and  soul
cold as the winter breeze
indifferent to my pleas
radiant as the Autumn leaves,
forgiveness to my deeds
joyous as the spring flower
subtle to my needs..
and once they weep the monsoon rain
when their chest is filled with grief
But still the baffle me
for what they are and still
i cant conclude, but i
know seasons may come
and seasons will go.
and they would engage my life
as seasons past, but
still i wonder
these my friends,
they are seasons
seasons my friends they are.

To these changing seasons of Mysore.. 2007