Summer Morning

warm sunlight

and bird's song in the distance

land painted by amber light

as i walk alone on a road

there are little drops of dew on grass

and the heat has started to settle in

flocks of birds ready to go in search of food

before it gets too hot outside 

Written on- June 16, 2026; 7:03am
This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". You can call this poem as Part-II of "Ravishing Summer Morning". 

Afternoon Pain

slow wind blows through the afternoon

when its hot outside and i'm sitting near a window

feeling the surrounding silence

and its just distant sounds in background

the sun rays hitting the yellow walls

and its too hot to even walk outside

i look around, i look around

trying to find a reason to stay alive

Written on- May 14, 2026; 4:02pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". I wrote this poem after having a worst day in college and coming back home, only for afternoon to bury me in my loneliness. 

When Colors Returned

it had just rained

and sky is beginning to get its color back

as the birds are chirping

and trees look more green through my eyes

i'm listening to 'mirrorball' on repeat

the summer has refused to leave soon

Written on- May 13, 2026; 10:13am

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". This is a simple poem that paints everything real that i saw before my eyes as i was sitting near the window of my room, listening to mirrorball song on repeat. 

2020 Summer

i have experienced this feeling before

sunlight piercing through the canopy

while i'm a feet away from the Lychee tree

the grass is greener and there is bird chirping

nostalgic this feeling is to me

is it because the color in my eyes recalled 2020

when i used to chase the afternoons

that time was my escape when i could breathe freedom

Written on- May 10, 2026; 8:55pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". This poem looks through the lens of nostalgia, a feeling  of deja vu that i got standing in the garden that i only felt in the summer of 2020, when everything still had colors and i had my true freedom. 

Summer Storm

cold breeze before the storm

firefly lighting up the sky

stars behind shadow of dark clouds

and i was lost in my thoughts

lightning sparkling like a jewel of night

taking away the beauty of stars and moon

i kept looking at the sky

thinking about my lost potential

Written on- June 1, 2025; 9:24pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". This summer storm is both used to describe a literal storm and the storm inside the head of this poet. 

Stars in Summer Sky

below the star stream across the sky

the milky way looked beautiful tonight

its just the sound of your sighs and ocean waves

and my hand in your hand covered in sand

there were firefly around

dancing and shinning in darkness

as you look at me with a tender gaze

then pointing your favorite constellation in the sky

Written on- April 23, 2025; 9:15pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". It is about Campus Confessions muse. 

Dancing Summer: Part-II

while the peacock was dancing on the roof

doing his rightful part of courtship

a woodpecker was a noise, a distraction

as it was striking the bark of a tree

cold wind was blowing

and small drops of rain had started to fall

while on my way to home, with classical on repeat

i paused my music and stood there to feel the moment of beauty

Written on- March 20, 2026; 8:18pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". Dancing Summer is a metaphor for everything i witnessed that day from cold wind, flowing dark clouds to a peacock dancing.

Dancing Summer: Part-I

peacock dancing on a roof

in the middle of the fields

after it had rained in the morning

and the clouds are returning again

females are watching him

waltzing to be the attraction among ladies

he does his courtship display

asking her out so they can dance in the rain

Written on- March 19, 2026; 9:56am

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". Dancing Summer is a metaphor for everything i witnessed that day from cold wind, flowing dark clouds to a peacock dancing.

Game Nights

i remember those nights at my mother's home

when and her brother would team up

and play a ghost game with me and my sister

by wearing the devil's horn that lights up and scare us

the cold breeze at night on rooftop

and there was just silence in the distance

as we were hiding in the dark

not trying to get caught as they were trying to scare us

Written on- June 8, 2026; 9:38pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". This poem is based on one of many summer memories from my childhood. 

Summer Afternoon

running around the house

and then she scolds you

for not sleeping in the

summer afternoon

i remember not wanting to sleep

that has always been the case

so she would tell me a scary story

to make me sleep silently in peace

that kid sometimes would sneak away

without disturbing his mother's sleep

and try to find something to do

but there's nothing only the silence of a summer afternoon

Written on- June 7, 2026; 3:42pm.

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". 

Ice Cream Truck

an ice cream truck pulls up at the block

and kids have gathered with their demands

to ask the guy who sells the 'cold sweet thing'

to give them one to cool off in the afternoon

my mother would take us there

along with my sister who was fighting me before

to make us forget our stupid conversation

and peacefully enjoy the summer vacations

Written on- June 6, 2026; 4:48pm.

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". As mentioned in the description of this poetry series, this poem takes up a little memory from childhood to paint that summer afternoon feeling.

Sky in the Puddle

i watched the clouds flow and change shape

the puddle was reflecting it all while i was list in my thoughts

i whispered myself how serene it looks

then a dragonfly flew past it

and a sudden breeze sent ripples in the water

distorting the sky and flinching me

Written on- January 20, 2025; 7:24pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". Even though this poem was written in winter, it is still about summer because i tried to paint that one scene from summer season that is not very special but i feel like we all have seen it happen.

Summer Nights

at night,

i escape to the roof

and count the stars that are present

and match them to a count when my lover was here

every summer brings back memories

when i saw the yearn in those eyes,

begging me to not leave

and promised to the stars in the sky

the sky is same

constellations decorating my night

and moon is still hanging around

except my love has become foreign

Written on- June 6, 2026; 8:55am
This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series" and is about "I Sent The Text:Part-I" muse, who showed me cosmic love and shared passion for astronomy with me only to disappear on me.

Spring Vs Summer

wind through my hairs

sun's reflect shine on my face

music gracing my ears with melodies

i can feel the summer is at the door

knocking constantly to let her in our world

spring is somehow keeping hold on her

it won't fade till all flowers bloom

and bees enjoy the nectar

till there's fresh air from the trees

and rivers seem clean

Written on- March 18, 2025; 9pm
This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". This poem is like another prologue poem for this series. I wrote this by personifying seasons as if they summer is fighting spring to knock at our door. 

Daisy Summer: The Prologue

daisy summer and innocence

as the sweat glistens on the skin

when i'm cycling down the street

running with the pace of wind

spread my wings like a parachute

on a summer afternoon

music in my ears as i passes by the sea shore

as the flowers dances near the coast

Written on- June 6, 2026; 8:38am

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". I wrote this poem after i finally got the idea the idea and title of the series. 

Ravishing Summer Morning

waking up in the morning

to find bright light on the face,

there are birds chirping near the window

and in the next scene water dripping from the faucet

the silence i feel in the countryside feels

bigger than the world out there lying-

awaiting for me to step outside

and nothing else but to watch buildings?

ravishing summer morning,

a reminder to go out and 

play by the river or

spend the whole season listening to music

About this Poem

Written on- June 5, 2024

This poem is my idea of a perfect summer, well not perfect to be exact. However, this is based on an image in my head. Its perfect for somebody like me who lives in the countryside, far from the sea shores or the Himalayas that sits far in the north. I wrote this poem last year however some lines were different than this one and i was unable to finish it because i was stuck on the idea of what i really think a perfect summer. So instead of being relatable, i chose to write my version of summer is. Summer is long gone in my region and currently its monsoon (rainy) season but i don't want this poem to sit in the drafts for another year. 

Euphonious Summer Evening

Walking back home, I take my time

To feel that summer evening

The birds returning to their nests

The sun is glowing red

And the night is one step ahead

The sun’s beautiful reflection in the pond

And the cold breeze that hit me and down to my soul

I stand there in peace and hear the voices of crickets

The serenity I feel in the euphonious tracks of nature

Walking back home, I take my time to

Feel that summer evening

About- In the tranquil of summer's evening, where each breeze and euphonious voice tells a story of peace, and this poem is one of the reflections through this poet's lens. I believe it is to your like.

Lakeside Summer Serenity

I wrote this poem while romanticizing the summer at a time heat was already killing me.This poem screams an ideal summer to me and it is certainly not that deep because why are you even here? Go to a nearby lake and read my poetry.

dear gentle reader’s, go out and have fun

the summer is here, go visit a bookstore

feel the zephyr as it touches your face

when sun is up high and

swan’s playful game in the lake

sit by the lake with poetry in one hand

watch ladybug climb up your hand

lay down your head on the green grass

watch the paintings that tree shadow paints

forget your tiring efforts, make new memories