What Is A Wall For

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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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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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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

National Flag

The Indian Tricolor flying today

Is a snow white dove

It’s peace and all love-

But when it drapes the still warrior

And brings him home

It’s tears and all b

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                                    o

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HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ National Flag(s) @ Poets United

Of Poems

 

I stitch my sighs with the dewy bloom

to do away with soggy gloom-

I thread through the rivers, hills and seas

as if they were tiny beads-

I let slip stars through buttonholes at times

only for the sake of a dark rhyme-

while at work something throbs in the vein

what is it, a wreath, a bouquet or a poem?

 

 

Posted for my prompt “Of Poems” @ Poets United Midweek Motif