Lalithashree Ganesh

Let it flow from your veins
As blood
As wine from berries
As strength from a Mother
...

She is going, going
Going into the pink blush of the Earth
The peacock waits
Looks
...

The weather is dry and warm,
On the street, there are dry fruits from Kabul
And Pakistani pomegranates, ruby red.
...

Two Lizards fell
from a tired ceiling
after a warm sunny chase
...

A certain place
With a certain order
Went all haywire
when the weather changed.
...

The highwaywoman came riding
Riding, riding
Upon her black bike
From far, far, far away.
...

She was just a baby,
when
He found Her...
perhaps
...

We burn
like melting ice
on a coal fire.
...

When I write
I place the world
Inside my pocket
And let the pen decide,
...

Roar, roar, uproar
the wind ROARED
above
and beyond.
...

The morning begins
with conversations,
sparked
by potholed roads,
...

rickety boats, rocky paths
tired bodies
lost feet, looking
for homes
...

'Phee ee! '
you hear,
as you walk
with your mother
...

Little portions of land
divided together,
One for you
One for me
...

Their tattered souls
scream in agony.
The wrongs they performed,
are out
...

Tears and blood, mixed.

Clueless, shell-shocked, they move...
toward nothingness.
...

Make friends, not enemies
Make love, not war
Make peace, not rage
...

Hush now, hush.
'But -'

Sshhhhhhhh
...

FAREWELL

Farewell is just a word
But,
...

Poverty is a white prison,
With red floors
Strewn with bones
and dry dust.
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