Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Summer mis-en-scene



The ber has lost its lustiness
yielded 
to taut, tart
aubergine jamun plum


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The fruity aroma of cashew
smothers
woody scent of saptaparni
a heady cocktail

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The bare bombax
sheds
blood red blooms and rosy starlings
silk cotton erupts


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the cashew apple
steals
the roseate glow
of homebound sun


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copperpod corsage
captures
sunbeams and sunbirds
showers molten gold


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in the still afternoon air
nothing moves
the dry, fallen leaves rustle
to wind of cobra


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the koel insists on cooing
wooing
till my heart melts
in the heat of Indian summer