…the nondescript window is festooned with fiery pomegranate blossom
Purple – a poem by Urmila Mahajan
‘Noiseless as autumn footfalls…’
Obituary – Shivpuri September 2019
‘Far from it…’
Interlude
‘A lull follows the monsoon’
What is not is (a poem by Urmila Mahajan)
‘Silence skirts its own issue’
White Pomegranate (a poem by Urmila Mahajan)
‘It takes a lot for such fruit to grow’
Remember – (a poem by Urmila Mahajan)
‘Memories crumpled like discarded bits of paper’
Speaking of War and Peace – a poem by Urmila Mahajan
‘Let’s consider what war does’
Rain – a poem by Urmila Mahajan
‘I remember when rain unlocked earth to long promises’
Samosas and Oil – a poem by Urmila Mahajan
‘the square tiled yard glistens in the shower of music from the living room piano’
Ease – a poem by Urmila Mahajan
‘ideal for dreaming through a tv show’
Sketching Light – a poem by Urmila Mahajan
‘the hill leans into breezes spilling light from beyond the beyond’
One – a poem by Urmila Mahajan
‘Order regresses when we try to catalogue creation on our fingertips’
Listen – a poem by Urmila Mahajan
‘Listen for the hum of poetry’
Spaces – a poem by Urmila Mahajan
‘There is a narrow space between the rise and fall of a foot,’
The Cuckoo Clock
‘A pipe-and-bellows bird swoops
low past wavering currents’
Beginnings – a poem by Urmila Mahajan on International Cat Day
‘Time occupies a crevice that night has burned and day has not yet filled’
Inside Out – a poem by Urmila Mahajan
‘I’ll watch the rain swoop down and zigzag in the wind that imprints stories in her path’
Shift
‘Fearless flamingoes in pink tutus stand haphazardly’
City Bird Blues
‘Who drove the sparrows away?’
Sketch – Night Jasmine
‘The moon is a luminosity on cushioned clouds’
Now and Then
‘silence filled with empty sound is not silence anymore’
Black Velvet
‘Comforted by the serenity that only words render when nothing else remains’
Sunbird
‘I push through the balmy scent of soaked green earth to get closer’
Approaching the City by Bus
‘smudges of fiery gulmohar chase the sprawling hills into a blur of dust’
Merge
‘It breathes quietly inside my head and I begin to merge.’
