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.



  1. Hope you're feeling better!

    I always enjoy your poetry Nilanjana.....

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


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