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About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests

Cricket stories

Cricket stories abound in there. Grass replicates the past words Upon bare feet to earth, cracked Like mind in a nothing’s duress. The body re-thinks own stories Physical stories mired in words. They are our words like worms Under long … Continue reading

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Small arguments

These flowers are small  arguments Ending up somewhere, on sidewalk To smell anonymously from baskets. The arguments start in small hours. Bees might have flirted with them, In small arguments by themselves When they were still on branches, Only to … Continue reading

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Annunciation

Now now I am just tree Rooted in a plastic pot And angels do not call Balcony after nightfall. I am a tree in balcony Not crossed a parapet To all that dizzy space. I am rooted in a plastic … Continue reading

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Kekule’s benzene dream

I too dreamed snake ate snake But it was green snakes in rain Falling from the hibiscus head. Everything was snake in hoop. It would come in a boy dream But no benzene imagined ring. All that took place in … Continue reading

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Babul trees

I come upon babul trees On the sides of highway. The trees reach upwards To a translucent blue sky As I crinkle eyes upward In their green leaf space. They have bleeding gum On their ant infestations. Man’s empty water … Continue reading

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Perfect moons

Moonlight is back on roof and sky, Flour rolled into dough for chapati For us to take a bite after bite daily. A coconut will at times take its bite But a new chapati is always rolling. Wives are holding … Continue reading

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Bramble

A rich green bramble rises alongside The cenotaphs into a competing sky, Not that high but what a wind allows. Wind controls mills in sky and below. The bramble thinks it controls  wind Over royal dead under the cenotaphs. But … Continue reading

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