Monthly Archives: August 2016

Wind

The wind  brought the dead leaves of a new autumn And duly rattled our windows, in gaps of their hinges Through which eerie old ghosts shriek at midnights.  In the bare hills the wind stayed still in sunny shrubs But … Continue reading

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Parapet

The moon climbed the sky in shreds of white clouds. The coconut tree dealt softly with our parapet wall. We saw bunches of coconuts sit heavily in its bosom. Water sloshed in their shells shaking in  gentle wind Like in … Continue reading

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Waters

The waters walked slowly, from the red mountains Entering  parched plains, with wind on their backs. The forked snake tongues would proceed smoothly, Exploring, gently patting short grasses on the heads Feeling for living creatures, their thingy existences Under the … Continue reading

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Mango tree

Houses we remember, in sun and rain. Homes that lived, cheek by jowl with The maternal mango trees of summer. Their shadows painted white canvas. In monsoon they were painted green In  delicate taffeta of luminous moss. The squirrels climbed mango … Continue reading

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Shepherd

The sky strata  grow wider for the asking. You asking you want to be the shepherd In mountains to negotiate endless space. Your flock has endless feet for counting. You know you want to stop conversation. Your weather is sun … Continue reading

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Child wind

The child wind is a spirit, like the fallen leaf That rolls along towards the earth’s infinity Riddled with false matter from its past sky. The mischief maker touches human cheeks Provokes them to endless fits of kiddo mirth With … Continue reading

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Bokeh

At least the finite will keep the breath intact In the end , till the mountains in a blue haze The twin hills that seemed to climb the sky For the telltale eagle to beat about the bush. The bush … Continue reading

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