Monday, 28 May 2012

Seeing red

I read the news, see gulmohurs cascade
their blossoms in a glorious spring red
I brew the coffee, I remake the bed
in the same half-hearted half-latte shade.

Spring repeats, the sheets of petals fall
again and again but the colours remain true
and here inside there is also nothing new
the usual violence, and the winner takes all.

I watch the news, see untold lives cascade
away in inflorescences of shocking red
I brew the coffee, and they count their dead
and that’s how nations, and my news, is made.

Let’s not talk about rights and righteousness.
Do you want your coffee with more sugar or less?


  1. Ah the ending... awesome... the way u leave making us think on the topic is superb!!!
    keep them coming

    1. Thank you, Ramya! Appreciate the feedback...glad you enjoyed the ending

  2. A super sensitive poem with a deep hidden meaning, I just love it

    1. Thank you, Sulekha, so very pleased that you enjoyed it

  3. Dear Nilanjana,
    I really like the rhythm and flow of this. It's simplistic but meaningful at the same time. Great ending! The flowers are the color. Thanks for sharing.

    You Make My Eyes Beautiful

    1. Thank you Andy. Fixed forms are really my favourites and so are gulmohurs. Very glad to have your feedback.


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