Author: nisheedhi

Every now and then, a crab comes,
Out of hole near porous boundary,

Where red sea questions come up.
Having reached there at boundary

We are bound to look into its eyes
In very heart of the sea’s darkness.

(remembering the poetry of Ashbery)

The tree is a dry skin of shadows
Moving on the vapid summer day

When open sun fails to demolish
A temporary space of a moment

It happens , when unknown man
Pulls a wheelbarrow in its space

A shadow that occurs beside me,
A space demolished by moment.

Red dawn snuffed night off
Beginning daily sun on sea,

Already spreading crimson
On rising wave of rebellion.

Butterfly flies off up a north
Upsetting carts on the way.

The trees breath on beach
Freely standing and uptight.

An old sun hangs near a sky
But it will be pale and white.

The old walk on beach sand.
Sand will be brown and hot.

Mornings are red, still-born.
Evenings turn red and dead.

Another summer’s wild things come
Floating like shadows in its rivulets.

Another summer will soon be on us
And it will occupy us in its shadows.

To the people who are saying next,
We say another summer is coming.

( Referring to Wendell Berry’s beautiful poem The Peace of Wild Things)

The almond’s fall is here
In the corner of the road

Underwhelmed by drab
Declarations by plastics .

Almonds are sun’s eyes
Falling bits about leaves

And litter of puppies left
By a dog in the last love.

May fishes hide their bodies
In sea’s deepest of shadows

And escape treacherous net,
Deaths in strange stomachs.

I have to resolve a problem-
An impossibility of blessing

The innocent fish and boats
Both on their backs in a sea.

Experience strikes as the wind
A gust or at times as a breeze
That rustles in autumn leaves.

Of course leaves drop to floor
But make an earth opalescent
In footsteps of poetry leaving.

As moon plays hide and seek
With cloud in full view of sea

Baby laughs in a milky tummy
Gurgling a laughter’s bubbles.

Her bubbles tickle a midnight
On world floating on its sleep.

It was her life’s song released
In wide world of train sound.

It soon disappeared in world.
As now I return home in train

With an upper berth as a sky
I recall her thick-armed song.