Shelter short poem

Nestled in the long loud smell of your kiss,
Which reminds me of the smoke guzzling chimneys of my hometown
And the yellow sunlight reflecting off our cemented yard
Is the elixir of death, destruction and surprise.

The surprise on first seeing the spiraling telephone chords

The four legged television set

The flower bedecked body of my grandmother
Lying on the drawing room floor.

In the wide hairy blades of your shoulders
As strong as the trunk of the guava tree at our ancestral home
And the choir ropes from which hung my swing
Is the warmth of embroidered quilts.

Embedded in the rustle of your stubble as I run my fingers on them
Like the tingling sound of my mother’s bangles,
And of water burning in hot mustard oil
Is the relaxed certainty of the trekker who has just reached the summit.

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What a brilliant parallel drawn between the lover and memories of hometown! Smoke guzzling chimneys, guava tree, mother’s bangles, mustard oil – these images are like comfortable warm moments on a cold day. @Pallavi_Banerjee this poem can make anyones dull day brighter 🙂



Shelter short poem

Landscape – what is your nature? Walk on my wisdom Watch it change or develop. At times it’s so barren But don’t judge me. In bloom, touch of beauty Surprise me We speak One unto one Moon turn to sun.