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.

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my valiant soul

A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

24 thoughts on “Gulmohar- a poem”

  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.”

    Liked by 2 people

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