sultry summer wind,
kisses mango blooms came late;
make them regret it!

No musk scented air,
Mango trees stand sans flowers;
Angry climate speaks!

Today, the color yellow reminded me of you.
It reminded me of your fondness with mangoes
It reminded me that those memories were real
I could feel the humid sea breeze brushing through our sandy skin
I felt the coldness of the stark night when I was gazing through your shadow
The beautiful architecture of your face, and your lanky frame.
We owe it to ourselves, not the stars that blanket us
The beautiful disaster, that we have become...

Purple mango leaves,
The tree unfurls on one morn;
Tender smile at the porch!

Koel’s song merges with
Musky scent of mango bloom;
My heart lunges up!

It is sweet like the middle of May
Moldable like Taino clay
Its juices stick to my skin because it knows about sweet tooths
The cravings crash into my body like waves do the sandy shores that harbor its trees
Shake shake shake
Till 10 fall from the tall tree
I try to grab them all but people weren’t meant to hold that much greatness
My small hands grab the biggest and the smallest
Peeling off its green and orange skin
Letting the sweet juices create art on my body
My teeth sink into sweet orange flesh
Reminding my body that this taste goes back for generations
Who knew fruit could time travel

When first-rain drenches the trees,
Mango trees full of blooms whine,
Rains wash down the pain!