The Clench

When the moon burst again into its grey white light
the bird from that little tree escaped.
Its wings flew into the arms of another.
The other,
like a large broad arm with its green expanse
for that bird to get enveloped in its veined clasp.
But then,
did the moon see this?
It was cheerful.
It was a role that it had to play.
The bird in its mercy,
had nearly existed
played a destined role.
And whilst
the moon burst into its tiny speckled glitter
the croton
held the bird in its veined clasp.
Watching Not.
Listening not.
Hearing none.
But asking itself “will this ever last?” despite the noneness of no arm.

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I sometimes use the pen name mina.laksh. I live between Mumbai and Nigeria and writing is a passion I can't seem to let go! Some short stories and poems have been published in literary magazines and some on line. A few: • Circle of Poets USA. (Edition 2004) ‘The howling wind’. • Literary Magazine, LEAVES (Bangalore base) first issue 2004, ‘Midnight dreams with dragon fly' • Cyberwit's international journal, (first edition 2004) anthology of International contemporary literature ‘It’s not happening’ • (mina laksh) (A literary magazine based in Canada) • the firstcut #2 & #3 (A literary magazine from Ireland) Have been an art curator promoting up and coming contemporary artists and until recently was a teacher in an I.B school in Nigeria. Jazz and opera are my boosters when I write. Just have to listen to music and hey I'm a "Pucca Bombay walli"
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Nadeem Qazilbash

An invitation to think of our role, in this drama called life, predestined or we have free will ?

Geetha Paniker

The reality and irony of life. Beautiful.

ammu sachariah

Brilliant Write.

asoke kumar mitra

its 00:01 now…………………
ahhhhhhhhhhhh ……………what a beautiful write……..bird and the moon….
the flavour of words…………I am getting wild fragrance…….

Viswas Menon

good work

asoke kumar mitra

I read again today, its raining here in my city Kolkata…….sounds of rain drops and smell of rain …….
alas no moon is there…….again I tell you loved the write.

Geeta Varma

Beautiful! Creates a picture.