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 She is a freelance writer and columnist, living and working in
Mysore.She wrote
a weekly column in the Mid-Day from 1998-2003 and one in the New
Indian
Express from 2003-August2007. Other than this, She have written
regularly for
the Hindu, Rediff.com, the Indian Express, Man’s World, Verve
and also a
guest column in India Today.
Flowers Underfoot
I pluck the thoughts of you
From my mind
One by gentle one
Softly
Carefully
Rejecting imperfection
And as I do
Their fragrance brushes my heart
Like a surprising breeze on a summer night
Then I remember
The beauty of you
I pluck the thoughts of you
From my mind
One by gentle one
And I plan happily what I will do with them
A garland?
Or just strew them on your warm, sleeping face
I anticipate you smile
Feel your warm, heady embrace nuzzle my body
And I pluck the thoughts of you
From my mind…
And watch you
Trample them underfoot
And I think
How strange it is
That they smell even sweeter when crushed
And then I remember
The beauty of you…
I pluck the thoughts of you….
24 Hours
The seconds coagulate
Into a minute
The minutes dissolve
In the pool of an hour,
The hours are raindrops
Of a cloud - day
Who sidles up to her lover - night
They embarce and lose themselves in each other
To become the night sky
Dusted over with the pearl grey powder
Of the same clouds
Night and day
In which the hours ripple
In which the minutes dissolve
In whom the seconds stick
And then come unstuck
To swim in the sea
Under my eyelids...
The taste of nothing
the day lingers
in my mouth
as i lick the night
nothing happened
to make it so delcious
yet
the day lingers
in my nostrils
as i sip a dream
and wonder
how nothing can taste
so sweet
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