It whispers to me everyday, wide and deathly.
The heartbeat of it never fades.
The garland grows rounder and vague.
It’s like a warning, only you cannot avoid.
Where it will descend: on the dandruffed hair
Moping the pimpled cheeks? or on the
Origin of the thumps itself, losing the will to beat?
They do not speak, but their act volumes like nothing else.
The black magnolias bloom and bleed
Odours of life. Do not believe their
Scented breath. It is almost beautiful
Like ten minutes of peace.
I’m no longer afraid, my flowery enemy.
The buds sleep while monoecious parents
Mother a silent death.
Shalini Nayar
© 2002
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
It whispers to me everyday, wide and deathly.
The heartbeat of it never fades.
The garland grows rounder and vague.
It’s like a warning, only you cannot avoid.
Where it will descend: on the dandruffed hair
Moping the pimpled cheeks? or on the
Origin of the thumps itself, losing the will to beat?
They do not speak, but their act volumes like nothing else.
The black magnolias bloom and bleed
Odours of life. Do not believe their
Scented breath. It is almost beautiful
Like ten minutes of peace.
I’m no longer afraid, my flowery enemy.
The buds sleep while monoecious parents
Mother a silent death.
Shalini Nayar
© 2002
