The window existed in the opacity of the wall
While blood flowed in the body, dizzy and moving
And words struck quickly, as in a morning breeze.
On the morning was the jazz music flowing freely
And as the music went, the pipal leaves danced
The breeze struck beauty in the sun’s ambience
Shadows flowed in the tree’s exquisite motions
The world [...]
Archive for June, 2007
20 Jun
The Window
20 Jun
noontime stories
trying to read stories
in the noontime,when
least rain is expected
there is a hot chimera
on the tarred road
a lone woman with a
metal pot on head
poetry strikes now
in the whir of the head,
a body posture replying.
the sky becomes hot
in the pipal leaves
pictures are now colored
thin and brilliant
like dreams of purple
when nothing happens.
all that happens in
the transience of the [...]
20 Jun
The making of the road
Hot were the words, mixed
With liquid tar and boys in the shade
Their eyelids closed and play-heavy
This man turned the drum of liquid
The fires crackled and black smoke
Went up above the tree and red wall
Then smoke became walkable
Smooth and black like a snake.
