Monthly Archives: January 2017

The palms of our village

These palm trees cogitate in groups, Just as our mild-mannered cattle do, Casting their dark brooding shadows On the limpid waters of paddy fields In the sowing season their shadows Tickle our women’s bare naked feet Submerged in soft knee-deep … Continue reading

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In the blue mountains

The passions do not rise high. The mountains gently shake Shimmering silver oaks off The wind in their hair. These matronly mountains Squat pretty in the valleys Wearing their best velvet The air here is tea-fragrant As magical woman-fingers Pluck … Continue reading

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Close-ended

The flowers spoke nothing. They waited patiently For indifferent lovers. Their rainbow colors Briefly touched The edge of the sky. Their existence, however real, Was close-ended Being trapped in the sun. Drinking moon-beams As birds in higher zones do They … Continue reading

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Night safari in Topslip forest

All through the stillness of our night Wind howled in the bamboo clump. Their tall bushes danced in rapture . In the inky darkness our searchlight Beamed on shadowy forms of bison. The luminous eyes stared in a dark. But … Continue reading

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A boat trip on the Ganga in Kolkata

At nightfall , the  pretty Ganges Wore black sequined satin dress And a splendid necklace studded With inverted lights under bridge. A flickering flame of the lantern In our boat was reluctant to dance To a passing wind’s death-tune . … Continue reading

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Empty sky

Houseman ,we made a house But we lost our tree in bough, A balcony hanging to the tree, For a view of milkman below. However we made our house We would lose our mountain. We would lose sun in its … Continue reading

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Frame

The gold of it rises from pure sunrise Of the balcony’s shadows yet to form, Birds forming to wake sleeping home. When they do they are vague vain v’s Painted in a gold of dawn’s new sky. Just juxtapose yellow … Continue reading

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