The time when unknown trees
muscle their way into
top-of-mindI dream of chinars*
flaming in the high winds
and a fast narrow stream somewhere
slowing down inch by cooling inch
it’s a separate matter that I’ve
never been to Kashmir
or anywhere in the high
latitudes during
the leaf-loss season.
I forget anniversaries
of minor eventseach event flames once
and drops
red trajectories cut and dried
sun-crinkled on the grey sidewalk.
Time runs out a little faster than before.
*Oriental plane, maple like leaves.
..tremendous thought fabulously penned!
ReplyDeleteThank you...much valued!
DeleteI forget anniversaries of minor events...wonderful line here. Lovely once again.
ReplyDeletesometimes not so minor ones also...thanks.
Deletethat is a pretty cool allusion between the events and the leaves...each getting one chance...i remember a few but mostly big ones....
ReplyDeletenot all anniversaries need be of positive events...better to forget the negative ones...sometimes they turn out difficult to forget though...thanks for reading
Deletei'm not good with anniversaries as well...would be lost without my calendar...i like the mention of kashmir and..red trajectories cut and dried
ReplyDeletesun-crinkled on the grey sidewalk....
thanks for the feedback...women are supposed to be better at remembering anniversaries...a woman who doesn't draws a few raised eyebrows I find...
DeleteTime always seems to run out. Beautifully done!
ReplyDeletethe pace being somewhat erratic and unpredictable..thanks for your comment.
DeleteI especially like your last line here. Too true. k.
ReplyDeletethe days stand still, the minutes skip off...thanks for coming over.
DeleteThis is a very beautiful poem. i am just going through all your old posts! Its always so exciting to find a new blog, wherein you can just go and gorge on all the old posts!
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