Author: Mumtaz N K
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Can you imagine….
What would happen if we were to actually put a dot After each spoken sentence, thinking of punctuation That grammarians stress on- to pause, and make meaning complete. Our speech would be slow, meaningless, deadened Until we shrunk into a silence…. Ah no more corrections!!! No more indeed! No more rebellions would there be! No…
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Festering Silences
Amber brown pools are your eyes Like the cups o’ evening tea, they stare into me. Listen to the silence when love whispers, Speaking many truths of life, between the clink of glazed blue crockery. *************************** A festered wound opens many gangrenous…
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Hues most Divine
Like gentle breeze, Come your endearing words, Rocking me into a blissful sleep, Soothing my worries and cares My closed lids now stare At your smiling visage. Perhaps we’re slipping through The shadows of yesteryears With much more ease. *** A wonderment lights up your face, Like the light of a full moon It handsomely…
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Oh! How I Miss Touching God's Perfection
#Villanelle Each passing day, I crave for your affection, A glimmer of tears lines my eyes. Oh! How I miss touching God’s perfection! My eyes, smitten and mesmerised by your reflection. My heart aches, and in heaviness sighs. Each passing day, I crave for your affection. Rubicund cheeks, lucid skin, Ah! What a complexion! Alas!…
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Lover's Lament
Says Mahadevi Akka, “When there is none To question the union Of the sky with the horizon, Why does this world Hurl accusations At me? When, in search of you I roam sky clad And my hair cloaks me. *** Oh Lord! From this worldly gaze When can I escape? Instead of my garb-like flowing…
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Roads
#AZatPP #R Many grey roads have I crossed, Some in time’ve fall’n out of use, and were lost. Some led to cities of yore, Others, watery paths, anchor’d ships at shores. Dirty brown straggling paths Dared venture into the wildnesses’ heart. Pine laden, steep were some, Where silence mingled with the bee’s hum. Mountains…
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Verdigris
#AZatPP #V The old ramshackle houses With bay windows hint at another time And age. An age of transition: No permanency for this age, ‘Twas like copper sheen, When touched by breath It turned into a blueish green. **** History captures its glory As the craftsman fingers a copper Buddha bust with longing Lending his…
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Haiku Dairies
#Lovediaries #poattic-6 Week 1. Sun’s my guardian star. Nosegays and roseate bouquets — Demeter and troth. **** Week 2. Sun’s sliced by umber, Phoebus- semicircles two, Buds open to bloom. …
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Winter's tale
AZatPP #W One day as the mist spread its wings And cloaked the town. A fine gauze-like chill cascaded From the heavens above, Rippling through shanties in alleys, Mansions in boulevards, And tiny slated houses in hedged compounds. **** Out went the bright morning sun Behind puffy mushroom-like clouds it ran. …
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Us
#U AZatPP What makes us? Just you and me? Let’s embrace the many others- Left out of the circle of humanity, Include them in the fold too! Aren’t they too, extensions of you and me? ***** © Mumtaz N Khorakiwala 27-1-2021 Picture courtesy: Shane Rounce unsplash.com Vasudeva Kutumbakam: the globe is one family, the universe…
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Xenobia, my furry friend
#X Two sleepless nights have I spent In search of my tortoiseshell. All streets and alleys Scoured have I, and in dismay My head, I have racked and rent. But nothing’s come out of This labour spent. *** Xenobia, my Turkish cat Has disappeared, after a spat With Griffin Fangs- who stole her window perch.…
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Quirky Q
Queenly Q is waited upon by U Who follows its adventures Like Sanchez did Don Quixote’s. The quiddity of a Q Is that it must be followed by a U, To make a sound word Simply follow this rule. Have no qualms. Though quirky at first It might seem. Don’t quail, ’tis merely algebraic precision. It ain’t no quagmire, calmly…
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Pleasures
The first touch of golden sunlight Lights up your tortoiseshell stripes, On another misty winter morn. Sometimes, I’d wish for an orange tabby Who’d chat and mewl with my talkative daddy. Ah, yet what a delightful sight it is To see you amidst Motes dancing in early sunlight! *** What brings you to our backyard?…