In a lonely corner
Untouched by moistness
Weeps a plastic flower
As it longs
Forever
To wilt…
Category: Poetry (Page 6 of 9)
The Ink
Flamboyant
Knows no fear
Of Erasers
A poet
Diffident
Fears
Ink
And so
He pens
All his life
With an eraser.
The earth swirls
Under a cosmic lamp
Night and Day.
Leaning on each other
Are books on a bookshelf
And they whisper together
Of the stories they contain…
Situated side by side
Sharing a wall
There stand
Two shrines
In the morning
The temple prays
In the shadow of the mosque
In the evening
The mosque prays
In the shadow of the temple
At night
Both shrines, they hum
And watch each other’s back
For they share,
The same spine
The temple’s bell
A muezzin’s call
How elegantly
Do faiths entwine
We wear different caps
But should we ever fight
For what’s yours
And what’s mine?
So shall we stand
In each other’s shadow
When tomorrow,
The sun shines?
Caps aside,
Can sing a few lines?
In a rhythm divine
Of this elegant design?
A Sunbeam
Pierces through the crack on the roof
A mote of dust
Dances in the spotlight
Two flags flutter across borders,
The wind touches them
Just the same.
If a tree had eyes,
And man had a conscience
What would happen
When their eyes meet?
All day, Every day,
Ever since time,
The sky has been saying
That it is not the color blue
Yet,
Have your eyes ever listened?
Can they?
And one fine day,
Ever since our fight,
You have been saying,
‘I do not love you anymore’
Yet, would my eyes ever listen?
Would they?
That’s the blindness man is blessed with,
The sky is not blue,
The love has gone sour,
Yet,
All we would see is Blue
And I would see is Love…
Riddled in riddles of reality
Removed from rationalisation
How do I explain this blindness?
If the sky is blue to you,
Why is my love such a surprise?
Perhaps, you will only know,
When you look into your eyes,
Through my eyes.
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I saw, a blind man pray
And, I realised
How little I could feel
How little I could see.
Photo : Tom White