a long walk
on anonymous path
treading gold
carpet of
copperpod
only the trees
recognize me.
desolate sweee of magpie
echo of African
thrush
a koel coos its curtsies
salve to the singed
soul
brings me back
from baobab to
banyan country.
On the periphery,
waves
curl up to coconut
palms
a Gondola gushes
Goan music…
in the ebbing
daylight, reflections
of faraway lands –
recede.
Somewhere, lost
herein, I reside.
... loved reading your transitional poem padmaja... heres one from me as i walk down the street paved with the cherry blossoms...
ReplyDeletethey urge me
these trees with many fluffy blossoms
to touch them and embrace them
to stand a while under their rosy shadows and hear what they have to say
they speak i tell you they speak
when touched caressed and thought of well they speak in hush whispers
telling me
i am their friend
and always will be...
sparrows chirps and plays up on their newly decorated branches
and robins sing the spring song...
i stand quiet drinking in the beauty and the sounds
glad they invited me to their party