Dressed in motley, the fool
Wisely provokes laughter,
Earns his bread daily
By clowning at the theatre,
...
A nod, a blink, a look exchanged
Can reveal a betrayal heartrending,
No words need to be spoken
To break a trust beyond mending.
...
The first touch of metal on earth
Feels intrusive:
The sharp teeth enter hard packed soil
Tear it apart, while retracting.
...
Mathematics, algebra, geometry,
Puzzle me absolutely,
Squares, cubes and angles,
Triangles, heights and circles,
...
Words Regretted Later
The ancients gave us a wise adage-
think before you speak,
...
Open waters beckon,
Clear waterfalls
From distant mountains
Swirling and churning
...
A fragile web of golden dreams
brings us hope to ennui defeat.
Staring into space
...
The soft warmth of sunshine
On a frosty winter morning,
The sudden toothless smile
Of a baby full of charm,
...
Vidya Hariharan is an avid reader, traveller and coffee drinker. In her spare time, she wrestles with crossword puzzles. She enjoys the works of T. S. Eliot, Ranjit Hoskote and Sylvia Plath, when she is not devouring crime fiction. Vidya also teaches English Literature in a suburban college in Mumbai. She writes narrative prose, haiku and haibun. One of her poems "Beauty" has been selected as Editor's Pick for July 2024.)
The Clown
Dressed in motley, the fool
Wisely provokes laughter,
Earns his bread daily
By clowning at the theatre,
Juggling and tripping
Over his own feet,
Somersaulting around
The ring, mimicking
The lion tamer's bravery,
Hooting at the elephants
Perched daintily on drums,
Running and leaping
Like the acrobats,
He falls flat on his face
Then rubs his behind,
He wrinkles his red nose
Bulbous in shape
Lugs the load of the circus' fate,
For without the clown
There's no magic in town.