First Published in Literary Yard, August 2018
Time bends on the blade of a grass
proving its existence
and slowly the innocent raindrops
follow the path and
makes an impression in the heart of the earth
slippery and slimy with the monsoon
loneliness carries its weight around my little garden
while the black nightingale
cries and
and the cruel wind carries its hoarse cries
deep into the oblivion
the eye of the time is twisted
the skin of the time is crimped and
pinched at varied places
and I can see the reflection
of the loneliness in the heron at the
base of the cliff
is he mourning or
he meditating
/who could tell/
pain is invisible
like our own hands in the dark
you feel without really feeling
you discern slowly
without actually
seeing
and feel its presence
darkness falls slowly
in your eyes
and I can see the shifty moon
smiling in the…
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A lovely, haunting poem.
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Thanks so much dear
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A pleasure
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Every single line drawing me into it. Well written Megha.
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Thanks so much Radhika.One of my early poems to be published
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Wow, what vivid imagination shades of moon in the fold of your beautiful poem
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Thanks so much dear for reading it so lovingly
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My absolute pleasure
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