Rain falls on cuckoo’s shameless
Parasitic brood, some one else’s
Responsibility, way world grew.
A black crow would raise chicks
From its monsoon indiscretions.
Cuckoo’s mango song is sweet
Around stones our tongues lick.
Wagging tongues skip morals
Forgiving lack of responsibility.
The green of the coconuts has upper hand
Over the shimmer of the boats and stillness.
Houses are nature in their red tiled stature
As are the lagoon’s boats which are houses
Devoid of the vulgar city crowds who come
To burp on oiled foods and play film music.
Modesty prevents houses from showing up
Above unending horizon of green coconuts
Their shadows merge into their brown walls
The corrugated tiled roofs have rain in them
Gathered painstakingly ,in every monsoon
Their patches become first green, then gray.
At noon sparrows were pecking in mirrors
At their own selves in mirrors of women
As latter combed oiled plaits for evening.
They have now gone away, morning- sick
Or of too many cell phone calls in the air.
Women love their phone gossip ,you see.
Luckily mothers-in-law are gone for good,
Like sparrows that have left their mirrors.
Inside we are afraid to diminish.
The flowers have come to bloom
With green mangoes on the way.
Now is March and heat is less yet.
Soon there will be a rain shower.
Raindrops will diminish flowers.
There will be a diminished fruit.
There will be diminished image.
The soft colors will be shadows
Just a few grays of hot summer.
Mist is migraine of fallen leaves,
Unripe fruits helpless on earth.
Our dear hibiscus had stood upright
In wind and rain, not shedding leaf.
This morning , as we would shake it
Its tingling raindrops fell like icicles
On falling eyelids and spread tongue.
At night we were afraid in our belly.
Dear tree stood between us and fear.
Let me open this old window.
Its hinges make creepy sound,
As it opens out, with difficulty,
To vistas of light and shadow.
Night’s queen bloomed below.
I can smell the morning grass
Behind the red-and-white sari
That hangs on the clothesline
Amid shattered pieces of a sky.