Archive for September 2010:

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?

(picture is from internet)
 
What is a soul?
 
 
Steady flame
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

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

The well visited Indian cook book
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

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