Landscape of VersesAugust 23, 2007 8:38 am
Like the pink flamingoes’ brief flight
before they settle on green fields
waves of Crocus blossom and fade.
Like beads of sweat cooling on the forehead
clusters of Madhu malathi hang on the trellis
breathing nectar that bees have scaled walls to inhale.
Like a Buddha deep in meditation
a Rajini Ganda stands firm
exuding fragrance for days at end.
Pastels…amazingly in their cradle
a handful of earth and hope
a nameless flower opens.
let’s go ahead and name it,
let’s call it Dream…
Comment by Yuva — September 5, 2007 @ 11:38 am
Your writing style is simply wonderful. Although I don’t understand some of the references, “bees have scaled walls to inhale” is extremely emotive; I don’t think I’ve ever felt the respiration of an insect until now.
Found your site googling tuberoses.
Thanks so much for sharing your art with the world.
Comment by Weien — August 30, 2008 @ 8:13 pm