Tuesday, 19 March 2013

Wrinkles, pips and litter





Windows stream rivers
of light; get up and smooth out
the wrinkles of dreams.

 

On the table a
fruit’s flayed open but still not
fit to eat and throw

 

the pips and debris
out of the window to float
on public light-streams.

 

Pips and peel show more;
the litter says more than the
flesh of stuff consumed.










Still somewhat taken up with brevity and east.  Also a bit of health scare this week, nothing of any importance as it turns out, annoying to be under house arrest and doesn't make for restful writing either.


 





2 comments:

  1. Hope you're feeling better!

    I always enjoy your poetry Nilanjana.....

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    1. Thank you, Michael! Nice to see you here...glad you enjoyed the poetry..

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