Tag Archives: nisheedhi’s nature poetry

Texture

This the morning has the texture of plastic In a world of hues, of longevity, of a breath A corrugation, a tilt to a side, a new sound Of a world upside down, a feel of thinginess. Shapes are chairs … Continue reading

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The rain stopped in the morning

The morning begins with rain bird Cuckoo trying to sing for more rain Wet rain on morning roads bringing A few fallen leaves, mirrors of puddles A dead night’s moths lying sprawled On the window sills remembering Brief lives of … Continue reading

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Dark creepers,white flowers

  Muted conversations are heard in the street In the gray shadows of the houses of dusk. Women squat on the steps of their houses To discuss  kids, husbands and neighbors. Their memories go back to other evenings Of kids, … Continue reading

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Moon thoughts

At seven,we thought we had seen the moon From the roof, in the waving coconut leaves. Actually the chair we sat on was a blue moon Inciting these moon thoughts in early nights. In point of fact the moon was … Continue reading

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River steps

River steps are wet with village women’s baths. A golden sunlight floods their mornings in boats Leaving early for mountains on wrinkled rivers. Giant banyans greet them from the other bank Spreading their shadows of hair on the blue sky. … Continue reading

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