A Summer Evening Rain

 A death somewhere 
Some moments of shared grief
For today’s events, regrets elsewhere
For the dead, is death an unexpected relief?
For the living, a discontinuity over explained?
A person now a collection of memories, fraying yet sustained
In our collective conscious, revived and forgotten; rippled and dappled
Underneath a missing person in a human labyrinth
Unacknowledged unspoken fear of loss 
A loss is a loss, timely or untimely
Let it go in this downpour
The weight of the past hour
Riding atop the hill of cumulative angst
Carefully built carelessly crystallised molehill
Watch the rain dissolve it away, wash it to a puddle
The real and the imagined real, the inevitable
The late summer flowers, the dried leaves and the green leaves
The dust and the trash, the highs of the thermometer
The rain a discontinuity in this hot weather
A city is charming again, fear washed by belief
Somewhere sleep brings a temporary relief.


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Moon Waves

A full moon, the fullest I have ever seen
A luminous near perfection.
And here a reflection of a life lived in two halfs
Of two worlds that enable one another
Two trains that diverge and separate.
Straddled, connected by a passenger,
Moving through lows and highs
Seeking the earth and the skies, a horizon alternate
The targeted average is the elusive station
The full moon is but a fly by night phenomenon
Reset every month.
The rhythm eternal, the moment ephemeral
The silvery mirage of integration
This finite divide of two worlds
Of parallel mirrors and endless reflections.

Gulmohar Annuals

2014

The fierce passion, the loud expression

The gentle grace of confidence

An ode to the blazing sun

A red crown for summer

The glorious Gulmohar

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2012
Gleaming in the morning sun,
Washed clean of all dirt by first rain,
Gulmohars are abundantly gregarious,
Like a million parrots congregated.

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2011
Few come alive
In an Indian summer
As the fiery Gulmohar.
Bouquets of orange and red
Torches bright uninhibited
Flames of passion
Bedazzle the sun
Then the proud bask
In their own glory.
Cheerleaders of the season.

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