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Monthly Archives: November 2012
it was a day in the sun, warm and windy, a spring in the step of nature’s and mine. we whistled, the western wind and a breezy me, nudging new leaves into nascent flutter, matching the pace of my own … Continue reading
The oil-blackened mud Lamp, light in dust Streams Through that overgrown hedge. Tripping down the stairs Landing with a thud! The book-case, creaky, Crowded with me Through the ages. The green of the water Tanked, cool and high … Continue reading
this is about pie in the sky yellow marsh mellow mellow i touch a new low burnt crust, a half-baked centre- of a place that has no place.
Green: The leaves in swell Naiveté at its native best Life, resumes. Red: Bleeding roses Blushing to a flush Rush to un-push. Blue: A piece of the sky Blueberry pie Stillness in me. P.S: Linked to Trifecta Writing … Continue reading
i look: white as christmas snow and dew- y white beauty. i look again; you turn pink or is it burgundy- such bounty! petal in petal i feel a flo- wering in me: magnolia mood magnolia hood magnolia in the … Continue reading
Why, you ask? Because I love the tip of your nose and want to do a liquid trace, slick, yet slow. Now, you say? Well, it hurts to hold, Wait and wish. Please, let me Drop anchor And spread … Continue reading
lavender clouds that blow away as soooon as i reach over to touch them. meandering streams that drift hastily away the moment i start tracing their trail. small specks of dust in the streaming sunlight floating just beyond … Continue reading
breath less ness beauty makes it madness to breathe i need underwater gills when that jacaranda blooms
the sound of rain drops striking the fine grains of stubborn red soil, the sudden spread of rainwater-wetness, leaving trails again and again- memories etched on soft, yielding ground, a few moments of rainy sounds. is it me or is … Continue reading
was it smoke or was it lemon? was it yellow or a crisp brown hollow? fruit of impatience left to go fallow, it gave a whiff of smoky citrus- a nippy odour, a dour protest.