Morning in Hyderabad

The morning slowly dries wet clothes,
Dripping, they smell of blue detergent
The house there wakes up bleary-eyed
Hesitating shadows emerge from the walls
A varnished gate, the midget of a woman
On the concrete bench, in the garden
Measuring the length of her shadow.
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# Postato lunedì 08 dicembre 2008 22:03

The river of desire



On the banks of the River of Desire
The abodes of our Gods are empty
The Gods deserted our village long ago
Leaving behind all the sanctums
That crumbled through the ages
Their broken walls yielded fine bricks
For the masonry of our village homes.
The River meandered around our village
Threatening to swallow our temples
Our children have hunger in their eyes
We have no oil to light God's lamps
The River now threatens to swallow
Our parched paddy fields and homes.
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# Postato sabato 06 dicembre 2008 22:37

From the window

This wordy struggle went on for too long

It is airy words which chased beauty-thoughts

In his folded figure on the window.

A little heaving bird on the electric wires

Played high drama in shrill baritone

Poetry came and went with wind and rain

Premature and dusty on fragrant creepers

Their flowers became stars on moonless nights.
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# Postato sabato 06 dicembre 2008 21:20

Sunrise


The sun's rays touched her and went up
Penetrating the trees and then the sky
I saw that happening ,often,behind her
A gentle yellow light touching her warmly
This morning the sun has come down quickly
From behind the wall, through the boulders,
Bouncing off the golden border of her sari
Flooding my inner glass eye with light.
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# Postato sabato 06 dicembre 2008 08:48

The Ambhir lake

From the road the lake shimmers
Blue and crystalline, with dark
Figures of cormorants on the rocks
Protruding in the middle of the lake.
They hang above the edge of the rock
Flapping their restless wings.
Trees brood on the edge of the lake;
Their shadows gyrate on the ripples.
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# Postato sabato 06 dicembre 2008 08:42