Keyhole
(picture from internet)
Keyhole
The small needle’s eye
needle sharp eye
put to a keyhole
Expansion of sight
magnification of sound
A raised hand strikes
a whimper
One peers through
a closet door
Sees a broom bogey man
A bedroom keyhole
reveals two people
a scandal on the bed
Eyelids bat
A periscope
A kaleidoscope
A three dimensional
Imagination
What Is A Soul?
Light, a glow
Energy flow
Nano energy
Incandescent
Inner being
Pure iridescent
Pristine snow
Sparkling water
Thread sinewy
Connecting door
Portal to portal
Indestructible
Intangible
Undeniable
Transience
Summer had a makeover
With palette Technicolor
Fall unpuffed its cheeks
Leaves swarthy garbed colorfully
Danced their final square jig
Winter sniggered a slighting dig
Winter dampened spirits
Robbing color from tanned cheeks
Melting snowman jeered cheekily
Releasing
Mushy heart finally caved in
Joining hands with reason
Gently releasing memories
Carefully removing hidden treasures
Squirreled away from prying eyes
I pried open one jewel at a time
Hidden in the leaves of a much
Thumbed book, mementos silk
Highlighting emotions of every ilk
Perched between parchment sheets
A parched white lily, head askew
Reminder of a “Judas’ pal’s adieu
From red velvet swaddled “Gita” page*
I extracted a sprig of the holy basil
A loving reminder of Mom’s visage
Sidled this one too with the lily
Side by side on table mahogany
Building a pile of boxed feelings
Next pulled out Oxford dictionary
Ensconced in leaves was note twenty
Reminder of dear dad’s love aplenty
Found hidden copy of Lady Chatterley’s Lover
A boot leg copy read often, cover to cover
Removed red rose bud given by first admirer
From my favorite author Somerset Maugham
Extracted birthday card from childhood pal
One of trio buddies- party to scrapes big, small
Gave up a scrawled recipe from sis
A dish known by rote, often cooked
A travel book released an old photograph
Of a dozen red roses from first anniversary
Jokingly taken to commemorate matrimony
Out of many beloved books and texts
Emerged pictures of my beloved “Krishna”
Along with pictures of my baby and me
All these I lovingly bundled in a separate pile
For new hoarding in jewelry box as letting go
Is very hard, even though they live in my heart
The other bundle I released in the fireplace
Its embers flying as many colorful butterflies
For, there is time to remember, a time to erase
New York Storm of Sept 16
Storm
Banshee winds
Pounding hearts
Slashing sheets
whipping raindrops
Hitting hard
Nature’s fury unleashed, no
Fanfare, unceremoniously
Tree limbs cracked fell
People ran pell mell
Who was who hard to tell
Sidewalks – a war zone
Of broken limbs, tree carcasses
Leaves about to turn, were
Still on verge of coloring
Lay forlorn, tearlessly withering




