On dark December nights
A pale, demure, waxing moon
Sits like a patiently begging bowl
On the western roofs of Mayo hospital.
Eastwards, Orion leans awkwardly
Over the shallow gothic arches
Of the weather-beaten, crumbling facade
Of the centennial “Gharri wali building.”
Dark, within and without…
Candles – flickering here, there.
Little ones, throwing light – far…
An imago of the starlit skies above.
Frost, like a baby bamboo shoot
Grows up – through my heels,
As I stand – Dreaming…
Wishing upon a lone, esoteric
Shooting star -
Winking secretly
Just at me.
For a brief lasting moment –
Peace – within me,
Pervades.
Jan 1st, ‘09.
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You travel -
Through unknown stations,
passing empty paddy fields.
over quiet rivers that rest beneath you.
You bring a lot of earth along,
And smell of m...
8 years ago
1 comment:
I know I am a bit late to leave my footprints on this unseen land. But nevertheless, I had to. Because you know and I know too, some things are just too strange, strange!
Just for the sake of it, this poem is too real and honest to write about. God bless.
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