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Monthly Archives: September 2013
Some lost and found poems
There were cracks in the massive old black stem of the Gulmohar tree but the top was like burning coal. Deep flaming red spread across the barren summer sky. She gazed disapprovingly at the oldest of the four trees in her courtyard. She would have loved the laburnum to be there right across her bedroom window its soothing yellow flowers hanging like delicate Chinese lanterns.
Some things remain a thought. She was the other woman.
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She had studied his moods and seasons
had nurtured and nourished him
like water
changing shapes , flowing wherever she found space
a crack, a hollow, a crevice,
along creases of his worn out stem
quenching his thirst
replenishing
washing away the cares
dividing herself
time after time
to make him whole
she was the other woman
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she was a shadow on the sidewalk
cast by the hunter’s moon
it was the time for fall equinox again
love an evanescent mirage
they had met
between
the summer’s last heat
and the fall’s first chill
tried to make the best of the fleeting hours
and then the autumn leaves began to fall
slower than usual
a long cold winter lay ahead
she knew the old weather proverb
she too had shed leaves that year
a little too quickly
bared herself to him
now wrapped in her shadow
balanced between light and dark
between what was and what will be
she awaits
bracing herself for yet another long winter
in hope for a spring that never came
You and Me – Yearnings
I am attracted by your unavailability
the half-shut windows where
we sometime connect
between the traffic noise and the
drone of the garbage bins being dragged in and out
days , time specified
Mostly the windows stay snap shut
but sometime
they jerk open to test their hinges
a sound, a glimpse, a rustle
and that’s it. Click, snap, shut.
you can create new or find new windows
but for that you need to know the walls
it takes effort and time
then there is the door
to our private haven
now blocked by the cherry trees
that we once climbed
laying there in bare longings
spring has long since deserted them
trees like love need nurturing
it takes time and effort
and yes, inclination too
I, I in the middle of all this
try to find solace
in
your being
and
not being
I have all the time
and inclination
for me its effortless to love you.
Wordless Wednesday – 150