Thursday, July 25, 2013

A Fragment of Rainbow

A fragment of rainbow
is cut and falls onto clouds,
Wind kisses it,
Warm and juicy,
Wind gathers clouds,
Snowy and bouncy,
The fragment of rainbow
loses support,
and drops down on top of trees,
Wind snakes down and makes the chase,
the trees shake their heads,
with a fragment of rainbow
flying like birds

Saturday, July 13, 2013

It Rains quietly posted on July 5, 2013 on Poetry by ©Mohana Das 27th July, 2011 (Siliguri)

It rains quietly, nightlong,
Upon the grey city,
Where headlights wink
Past stoned traffic lights,
Kicking up histories from the Mahananda’s throat,
Rough like art on handmade paper.
Anxiety reigns insomniac eyes
Threading voices round false faces
On which stoic memories trip
Full to the lips with local beer.
Watery feet open the regular ball
On tear-stained asphalt that sparkles,
With little raindrops sliding down asbestos roofs –
their million sighs hushed brutally.
Lullabies whimper,
Assailed by dreams
that wash neon flashes with insolent stares,
From cracked truck mirrors,
Pirouetting past lawless pubs,
While it rains quietly, nightlong.