Monday, February 1, 2016

PRASANNA KUMARI


PRASANNA KUMARI

A WALK IN THE WOODS
TO THE HILLTOP

led by the sound of sunlight drawing pictures
urged by time
erasing and re-shaping again and again

at every curve
old things emerge and re-emerge
perhaps, like the hatred
which I left  some time back

nature brimming with a furtive smile
and
winking with singing colors

Me, an intruder
inhaling wrinkled happiness

the hills and valleys seek
the harmony of mist
to hide solidified sobs and sighs
the topless trees telling stories to the rain
of moments of seduction and gloom present
the darkened pond escapes to the corner
heavy with a destitute’s  biography
veiled sorrow stumbling on
the remnants of concocted complexities
babbling brooks trying to evade
shamelessly woven dreams of the meadows
the cascade rhyming love-laden hours
with glory,grandeur and grace

I stand here,naked
with a haunting melody inside….

PRASANNA KUMARI



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