What Is A Wall For

Street Art In Chapel Road | ©SatishKrishnamurthy/Flickr

My Hibiscus plant

leans on my pink wall

and spills

orange blooms; luring the flower thief

each dawn,

when my plant is in a mood of charity-

the sky is pink in shame

so am I;

the husband’s face

is like the monster fish forever fixed

on the wall of Bandra’s Chapel Road*-

the woman is unabashed-

she has in her hand

a long stick with an iron hook

attached to its end-

she plucks my heart

with it-

the shy wall can do nothing-

 

*Chapel Road in Bandra, Mumbai is famous for its colorful street art.

 

Posted for my prompt~ The Wall @ Poets United Midweek Motif

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Love

 

I watch you flow and sing-

jagged rocks on your path

make you foam-

yet you sing on-

I’ll sink into you

for that red wild flower heart-

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry #421 @ Poets United

Clue

 

I am a subhuman,

living in stupor-

when you live

in a land of goats

you are unable to read signs-

Night appears to be sizzling

with light

while Day lurches under cover of darkness-

this happens

when you live with goats

in a goat-land….

at night which originally is a day

you find hollowed, murdered words

lying like famished humans of the Bengal Famine-

you find hollow-men brawling

in talk shows of spicy politics-

and you can’t smell apocalypse with a blocked nose

while bridges collapse and fire consumes traders-

yet you are clueless-

you mistake the scimitar for a moon-

and write poems-on a breezy day

which actually is the blackest of nights-

this is because

you live with goats

in the goat-land.

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Evidence/Clues @ Poets United

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Sunset

She gave me her

Sunset smile-

And my heart became numb

Bleeding darkness-

 

Since then

My words putting on

Crepuscular robe

Tilt towards night-

 

Posted for my prompt ~ Sunset @ Poets United Midweek Motif

Tagore

 

He lives-

his each breath

is a calm, placid word

with a shelter,

with the southerly breeze

tucked inside-

to give me a home,

to blow away the sobs still left-

 

He sings-

his each note

is a cloud-sail

with a fiery dream,

with a skein of geese

flecked on it-

to kindle my soul,

to make it forever free-

 

He is a forever giver.

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Charity @ Poets United