between poems

Between this poem
and another
winter turned to spring
& summer stood motionless
In torrential rains
Cooling it’s heels…

Spiraling smoke from the incandescent
Inched up like translucent snakes
Terrorizing the meditating mind
Miles and miles have
Passed under the wheels
Of my bike
The numerous hands I have shaken
& faces smiled at
Have vanished in the crowd…

Yet the moments
Have remained motionless
Like stubborn truthful friends
Hugging me
And kissing me without passion
Like the lesbian

Frozen…
Like the game I played
As a child

Gulmohars

Have you noticed the flaming Gulmohars ?

Booming all over like a bunch of Buddhas..

Oblivious of the

Oppressing heat

And dust...and noise..

Of the stream of

Ordinary human beings

With their ordinary problems..

Passing below...

Blooming and swaying in the wind

Occasionally..

Like a wise man watching..

Sometimes in lonely desolate streets

Sometimes next to a garbage dump

Sometimes watching a road accident

Sometimes lovers...

In the same red of it's flowers

Oblivious of the

Ordinary problems

Of ordinary human beings

Passing below

Of ordinary human beings

Oblivious

Of the flaming Gulmohars..