Fear in a handful

You know why I never wanted to buy
A flat under  shadow of the red rock.

He shows me fear in handful of dust.
Who wants to find  fear in a handful ?

(Following T.S.Eliot’s “The waste Land”)

Interruptus

Who are these people lying lumped up
On wedding floor with legs intertwined

And with  their dreams between them?
Why are they interrupting the wedding?

Good for the squirrels

It is mangoes all the way down
Make sure they aren’t overripe.

Once they ripen in night’s mist
The mangoes fall to be picked.

They are good for the squirrels
But not for the grandma pickle.

Register

Squirrels are welcome in mists.
They hold 3 lines on their back

And lift their bodies each time,
They like to register small lives.

All things orange

There are dyings, like a poet points out.
Here is orange ,room awash with smell.

A new sun is peeling rind , little by little.
All things turn orange , body and smell.

(Reading Derek Mahon’s poem “Everything is going to be alright”)

What happens in the gazebo

I am not against August, as rain
Sprinkled a little on the gazebo

Where some old fondly recalled
Palm trees that bore heavy fruit

But now fruit falls like light rain.
We are after all in city’s muddle.

Staying calm

Will the buildings live peacefully
On such semi-precious names?

A woman who sits among them
With skyscrapers achieving sky

Will she stay calm with her fruit
And flowers for gods in blocks?

Semi-precious stones

Kids on way to school find hard
To memorise blocks with stones

As stones are beautifully named
Opal ,jade,quartz & aquamarine.

Will the buildings live peacefully
On such semi-precious names?