Starlight
There are several ways
of drawing stars.
Intersect the rays
sharpen the vertices
shape them freely—
five, six, seven edged.
Condense their vastness,
scatter them in clusters,
tail them and watch them
streak the skies.
The gases
that course through space
ignite
and reach out
from beyond,
piercing sheaths of darkness.
Draw in their light .
Scratch a star
on the dusty earth.
Leave the mind fallow.
A point of light
may fall from the sky.
Rain
Dance
The
rainbow wrapped the hillock
for
just a moment.
Then
lightning appeared
to
splice the sky.
A
gust of wind rushed in
and
rain beat down the thicket.
The
incoming darkness brought along
the
howl of the jackal.
Under
the cover of a ledge
children
laughed and danced.
Boughs
of wet flowers
sprung
up, drenched in defiance.
Windows
I stand at the window
and sing, to be met
by a kite’s blistering stare.
It has had enough
and is waiting for rain.
The sky darkens lazily.
Birds drape themselves
on the cable tv antennae
choking roof tops,
in the posture of those
who have no need to justify
what they do with their time.
Geetha Ravichandran lives and works in Mumbai,
India. Over the last year her poems have been published in several online
journals and anthologies . Her poems have also been included
in the Yearbook of Indian Poetry . Her first book of
poems will be published by Red River, shortly.
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