Falling Headlong
Falling Headlong
Peering at my horribly expensive
Embroidered pashmina shawl
all the while caressing its soft
skin, I searched with x-ray eyes
for any offensive moth bites
A single gaping mouth
Jeered at my shocked eyes as
In horror I looked at its maw
From all angles and wept
and then I smiled
through the hole I entered
childhood’s hideout, grandpa’s
closet bursting with fine silk shirts
and one with front button holes held
together by a string of gold buttons
in sheer nostalgia I rubbed
my face in its loving folds
even as whiffs of hookah fumes
entered my tender nostrils and
his walrus moustache tickled
fascinated we’d watch his
luxurious pride bristle in anger
even as he lovingly combed it
with tiniest of gold combs after
drying milk droplets from each hair
deep rumbling voice dripping with
love and strength beckoned as we sat
in his lap happily licking away at endless
cups of vanilla ice cream to beat summer’s
sizzling heat, munching other delicacies
whoops of exuberance and pitter
patter of tiny feet shook the ancient
staircase touching the skies with its
triple roof terraces filled with pickling jars
getting weathered simmering in sun’s heat
we would quickly untie the cloth covering
the gaping mouths of the jars and extract
spoonfuls of raw mango slices, chutneys
slurp it with gusto, laughter renting the air
as we retied jar mouths hastily, guilt ridden
masticating the semi soft inner core of
quartered green tender mangoes, enjoying its
tangy tartness, saliva filled our mouths like an
unexpected torrent triggered by this headlong
fall through the moth hole of pashmina shawl
sheepishly coming to, reluctantly climbed out of it
emerging to present, not worried about the damage
any more as the moth hole was now a portal to my
wondrous childhood, a time travel widget, not a loss
and even as life takes, it gives back in full measure
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Originally Published: February 27, 2011
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Four Fruitcakes and a Nut
Four Fruitcakes and a Nut
Fallen fruit from tree
Went on killer spree
Rampaging on effbee
Scything one in three
A fruitcake in uniform
Mind wee uninformed
Sappy thin blood ties
Lost found home fries
A repeater monotonous
Same record dolorous
Deadly bore in every way
Turning eyes glassy, I say
Soft heart can be long sufferer
Turning fruitcake to nut, wincer
Originally Published: February 21, 2011
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Winter’s Icing Sprinkle
Nature’s Icing Sprinkle
Brushed fair
By nature’
Icing sprinkle,
Sleight of hand, suddenly
Glad rags thus given
Can tempt but briefly
Not melt nature true
Intrinsically
Shades of night day
Light darkness, matter scant
Enlightened mind’s inner
flame will ever glow steadily
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Originally Published: February 21, 2011
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Life’s Scrabble
Scrambling to form zig
I drew “a” and formed zag
Hand dealt is life’s draw
Play wisely lest others caw
Winners, losers, kings, pawns
Lie in boxes at end of life’s game
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Originally Published: February 20, 2011
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Elemental Play Display
Elemental Play Display
Snowy days’ recession
illness in remission
Transition
Amply rested wind
Guffawed, cheeks puffed
Blowing heartily
Moving men stationary trees
Bracing self, digging in doggedly
Show of might
Shaken tamped downs are as wet dogs,
Those leashed are fear fraught, overwrought
Outdoors baulked
crooked signs, flotsam jetsam
tins wind kicked here there flying, bared
open jawed wind sun each other daring
Seated in my glass house
Snug as bug I watch life pass me by
Elemental play, prey, pray!
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Originally Published: February 19, 2011
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