Three poems from Ink Dries

Kartik Purnima, 2009

A white hole
for milky light
the full moon
at its high noon
has sucked out
winking starlight
leaving the black hole
of the skies
of this night
when the day's named
after the moon
a Neelkanth blue
with which time
auspicious minutes writes.

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Camouflage

Half of earth and half of sky,
these colours
blue and brown me,
clothing me in camouflage
for bird and butterfly eye.

While of what can be heard
the spoor that breaks my trail
is a tread mocassined
by the stillness of my soul

And the zephyrs of the chase.

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Ink Dries

For my ears,
these words voice
nothing more than a nib's scratch
as pen touches paper.

I write,
but out of habit;
its smell therapeutic, liberating
with a swirl of light

On the blue of seas
ink dries

Into seen meanings.

(Three poems from my second book -- Ink Dries. Because, today is World Poetry Day)