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”)
less- than- one poems about an idea or image
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”)
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?
In twelve on bench in an argument
Somewhere, in gated community,
Why is a twelfth man missing sun
And now the eleventh and so on?
You & I laugh same moments.
I forget this thick green paint.
This paint makes me look silly
As I dance darkened eyebrow.
It is tough to improvise action
Guessing what a play is about.
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.
Squirrels are welcome in mists.
They hold 3 lines on their back
And lift their bodies each time,
They like to register small lives.
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”)
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.
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?
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?