Winter Ones


From the laughter of cherry blossoms
We travel to the silence of pines

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Dhanbad - Gaya - Dehri
The train grows roots
In between

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 The oak tree -
We saw the humming bird nesting on it,
The passing monks bowing to it

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Baul in tomato
Pierces its heart

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 From the white floss silk
to the weeping willow-
Rain makes an incessant swing
for the parrots

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 In the rock garden of Jaintias
We stood among the monoliths
Which stood like pine trees



~SKS




Comments

Anonymous said…



Greetings with painted feathers
soliloquies of flights to the unknown

fences melt in the sky
laughter of clouds
refreshing earth
smiles
towards dancing birds
11:43 PM, February 15, 2013
Anonymous said…
finally the angels fell asleep.
jobless God
cried for help.

priests left the temples
crucified figure smiled and wept.
11:31 PM, February 25, 2013
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