First flight

Peeping over runway
Morning Sun's rising glory
And we have take off

The boring poet

Once across the street
I met a living poet
And forgot his name

In two minds

Sans any effort
This poem appeared now
Happy and yet piqued.

A nobody

In another world
No Kamban no Valmiki
Rama was just king

Indolence

Lazy autumn sun
stretches idly on the grass
resigned to his fate.

Image courtesy : Lazy Sun Set Photograph - Lazy Sun Set Fine Art Print - D Steven Brito

Secret

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From letters to words, words to meaning, meaning to truth. And then ...

Goddess of filth

In the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun

you stifle Me

with your words.

your 'Hosannas',

your 'Subanhallahs',

your 'Namo Namahas',

your 'Wahe Gurus'

They all wilt and fall,

decaying at My feet like

rose petals from your ostentatious garland.

Then,

in the night,

when the owls cry and jackals roam

My Poet Priest comes to Me.

He sweeps your soulless words and scentless flowers aside

He sings a song of profanity.

And My lamp is lit in the darkness.