A brace of rainbows but issues
As arrows from the selfsame bow;
And trees which fork from one seed’s throe
Do share with roots, a tinge of hues.
The twins of rainbows are as rare
As cricket’s face, or moons in sound;
So near yet far, they oft’ resound
From vales as time, not space, that cares:
Like children born as twins, they warm
With time to share a violet smudged;
But lest by conflict they be judged,
A green completes a red-at-arms.
Without night skies, a rainbow pair
Is heavens held by twilight’s hints;
Each holds the feet of love in prints—
Imprints of sky and sea on air.
No pot of gold’s yet tainted ends
Of rainbows found; and at one’s edge
The other’s j’weled, as worth is wedged
In envy calmed in colours’ b(l)ent.
A rainbow’s twin is love untold:
A life untaught but trained in Thought
From deeds afar through ditties brought—
Two light-flecked drops, one Daylight hold.
As two, one rainbow doubles all:
The sun is shared in sadness split…
A raindrop’s diamonds hold no grit…
A life sans death is spring sans fall.
Srinivas currently teaches English at the SSN College of Engineering in Chennai, where he was born and received his formative education. He is a theoretical linguist by training and is interested in the phonology of Dravidian languages, linguistic typologies and models of prosodic structure. When he is not teaching English or working on an academic paper, he watches cricket or takes long walks. The thoughts he has, the sights he sees and the sounds he hears during these walks often find their way into his scribbles.