Today
A day,
Sixty years ago
Rises in my mind,
Revolving
On a 45 rpm
Vinyl record,
The morning newspaper
Caught like a giant butterfly
On a rose thorn
Piercing the black and white photograph
Of Nehru,
With the news of his death
That I carefully disengaged
To surprise father
Still asleep,
My mother's hand
Across his chest
Moving to his breath
a
quiet wing at rest
And the song,
Jaane kahan
Gaye woh din...
turning,
gently
in a mist of morning roses,
Coming to a dead end.
The Flowering
I must not write
Verses tonight.
But the temptation is too strong
Because your picture
Is still in my mind.
And if I write,
Sending me back
To the gallows
Of yester nights,
Where grew the creepers
Their mysterious flowers
Altering our lives.
I must not write
Anymore verses tonight.
All the world knows
That
if I do
It'll
be about you.
You know it too,
That you send me to the flowering
Gallows every night
You who left me
Like changing light.
Cuckoo Clock
Your lips
Shut,
A cuckoo in a cuckoo clock.
Too soon, too fast.
Your laughter
Ticks to a standstill.
What time is it now?
Not too sure,
But it is
Yesterday again.
Gopi Kottoor has a poetry Blog https://gopikrishnan kottoor.blogspot.com. He edits the online poetry journal www.chipmunk.co.in
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