Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 3, Number 2. November 2020. ISSN: 2581-7094
The Red Rongon
in a white ceramic cup that lies unused
that has tiny blue flowers embossed on it
i put the red flowers that bloom
on that tree in the pathway.
i see them adding colour to the place
that colour is needed
in bleak times such as these.
no one picks the flowers
unsuitable for worship, to gift
the flowers remain for long
gracing the green
they light up a dull spot, a corner, a table – life.
The Wild White Flower
it looks like a small forest
with the green all overgrown
a couple of mongoose walk out from it
and rush back as they see feet.
amidst all that disorder
i see a wild plant whose name I do not
know
whose name I am not keen to know too
big, wide leaves that maze around
and a white long, slender bud waiting
to spread out
the layers seem to hold on, wait
for sometime – as we all wait
as the minutes move on
as life drags on - the wilderness
all around.
Green Chilies
green chilies these days are expensive
some months ago I took a few seeds
and planted them in that big pot
that stands by the wall
that reveals the bricks a little
a little brown and grey
the plants made an appearance
worms too that left tiny holes on the
leaves
some care and now the first few white
flowers
make an appearance – and then a few more
too
as we wait for at least one green chili
a looking forward to
life as it turns from white to green.