Short-Cuts Is Life In Poem Poem by malini kadir

The grey dove fluttering
The window opened into the outside world
I smile at this birdie flapping...

The dark clouds; into this world swirled.....
It found a ridge in this multistage building;
Each a deep throat signals sending unfurled

Only heard the ears attuned to hear.....
Those idle minutes between work stress
When he could not his loneliness bear.....

Then his closed eyes,
In deeper tranquility
Ideas blooming....spies...

Within the curve of his outstretched arm....in neatness
Redefined by depth of thought in ink and paper....
The peace of the everyday life filtered into finesse

Will the decimal of dot;
Find the perfection of its position?
His visions redefined were sought....

Brimming with evergreen thoughts as if to flirt
Then the sound of the peace bird once again fluttered...
The flapping wings his senses of intruder to alert....


His eyes to envision the distant twin mountains....
The tips covered with snow....
He tried to his will willing exert behind curtains

As he his head dipped; ink unto paper splashed!
His other hand stretched; for bloating paper....
As poetry and emotions with curse on lips mingled.....

At its…. resonance.....
To interrupt his actual text! .....
An interruption; nuisance!

It is actually a catalyst
Granted him his easy access to creativity!
A struggling poet with destiny a tryst!

Perhaps not a genius! But his pen drive did have a push! !
Dreaming of cleaner roads, unpolluted atmosphere!
Mosquito free town! backgrounds more green and lush! !

Where pigeons lived in harmony!
This land of Gandhi and Unanimity
Once again redefined with the polish

Of sophisticated acceptance of grey realities
And finding courage to understand;
Some people relish in aggravating...their ties

Finding it a challenge; But alas
Which I feel the magnanimous nature
of forgiving can only bestow by letting it pass!
*************************************************Malinikadir