Gulmohar- a poem

The shades of skin- glowing like April mornings
a soft warm tone of Gulmohar tree upon my eyelids-
a doorway to oceans, two pebble eyes

Open in the open sky
This tree a meteor of clouds to my mind
to remind me of Earth, soil and home.
Gulmohar tree- pockets of cellophane wrapped on its bark
to bloom something more

tender, quiet roar of women.


I see leaves, rustling
with leeks and violet rays uttering a dialogue of beauty
of dark violet raisin pressed between my palms,
This tree has me.
As a whole another Goddess
As a whole another memory.


Gulmohar- your orange red hair blooming backwards

As if life slips from you easily,
So softly as a lover's touch.

You have a staircase
full of outgrown desires
You leave it and let it slip

through tunnels of gargantuan clot.

Gulmohar-

You speak and yet you look quiet.
Sharp, eccentric noise of fallen leaves.


Gulmohar- Hindi name for ' Delonix regia' tree.

24 Comments

  1. Exquisite imagery!!! I especially loved the lines,
    ”The shades of skin- glowing like April mornings”
    and
    ”You have a staircase
    full of outgrown desires
    You leave it and let it slip.”

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