Walking down the street few men; looking from the balcony people–mostly old and women of the house, so hide quick behind that bough of the mango tree. You’re good looking; a deep look can reveal that. But, if those on road see you they will drive you away with hush or will hurl stone at … Continue reading National Poem Writing Month 2020: Day 27: Black or The Omen
The locks shading the dreamy face of my sleeping wife; (as) the mango tree dancing and rustling with neem tree in the gust; there may be a storm brewing up somewhere. The clouds have created boats with their sails being orange from the west sun. The home-returning birds–crows and sparrows and all–creating the wave that … Continue reading National Poem Writing Month 2020: Day 26: (When) Henet Flew Over the Hooghly River or Siesta Dream of a Wife
The sun cracked through the cloud that is gray making the blue of the sky gray like long dead moss at the parapet of the roof of this house. It is standing by the road–once unimportant, now a important one. The history dictated down the old teethless mouths denote the street an unnamed one traversing … Continue reading National Poem Writing Month 2020: Day 25: Hymn of the Apparitions
It all started with the pungent yet sweet smells of the buds in the lazy winter noons or ascending long evenings. It all started with thuds and thuts on the roofs; they were young and unripe; they are sour and sweet– You can have it but don’t be ashamed of the smacking that follow. When … Continue reading National Poem Writing Month 2020: Day 24: Slurp
A means apple. No other words starting with it get a chance. P is the period that’s needed to what I want to say now. P is the reflection of the period saying play your words now. L is the law Newton wrote as it fallen somewhere around him. E is the location of Eden … Continue reading National Poem Writing Month 2020: Day 23: Why Not an Apple?
