fusion
bites
the air
transfusions
of
sound
moss-covered
limbs
auras
shield from wings
that drone
tune in
to peninsular sounds
oceans, bays
wash turtles, knights
music pre-empts coils of smoke
jangles through
the changing clime
dengue-filled
the Ocean rises
beats of hearts and beats of drums
nations watch
and platelettes plunge
Monday, November 20, 2006
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4 comments:
Nice but sub par for the course. There is nicer stuff in dog eared diaries in your residence.
Hi Shruti,
Really like the strong visual element in these poems! I think this one is my favourite...
Luv
Tejaswini
shall rifle through all manner of suspended, discarded and stored work in an attempt to discover some hidden masterpiece- methinks none exists! (Surely, the stalled work of magic realism doesn't count).
-shruti
an Indian Ocean concert in the days of dengue and malaria!
-shruti
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