An Ode to The Mother of My Child
In the
tinseltown of the motherhood
you are
versatile Sophia Loren.
The sepia
sunrise and baby steps
of time rock
our cyclorama.
I moon over
you in the late-night saga,
go gaga over
your nimble fingers
handling our
child's diaper,
whisper,
"I shall never grow up."
The sets
eventually fall apart.
Ages change.
The script edits itself.
The tale
tells the same.
29th April, 2022
The coffee,
born cold, takes its sweet time.
I wait, my
eyes - half and half. My patience
moonwalks
through the shrapnel of wee hours' dreams.
The invasion
of reality assesses the assets
intact and
the assets lost.
You say out
of context, "After a certain age
men need
only one candle on top of their cakes."
I am more
concerned about the line of control.
A
wish-breath remains loaded in my lungs' silo.
They Call This Mellow Yellow
The
tarpaulin, torn, that caught the sun
all summer
now stretches its width
from one
corner to the other where
a woman clad
in the yellow ochre
sells
salvation to the thirsty ones.
The heat
never leaves the street;
just the
other day some slugs strayed,
and
annihilated innocence.
These
happens. The pavements
empty their
chambers, reload
to empty
once more, and the tarp
nets more
sun; the woman in bright saree
sits by her
hoary patience wagging
its time
eaten tail.
Mirabilia
I
The other
window ferries light
to and fro,
albeit
I stand with
this
looking down
at the garden gnomes
talkative
with the breeze.
Their common
tongue, silence,
tears
through my curtains.
In the
evening atmo
breeze
blazes into the aurora borealis.
I hold onto
the bedpost
of the
rectangle where my mother sleeps.
II
It snowed
near the beach,
summer hot
Pacific,
and for once
we all become
some lowly
fishermen
who lost
their boats and their wives
to the Lord
of the bottles.
We scoop ice
covered sands and eat.
The
mirabilia of the ships
sunk
centuries ahead rise and cruise
into the
hearts of our insanely sane mothers.
Kushal Poddar - is an author and a father, Kushal Poddar, editor of 'Words Surfacing’, authored eight books, the latest being 'Postmarked Quarantine'. His works have been translated in eleven languages.
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