*Malabar Trogon is listed in Indian Birds-of-Paradise
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Blue eye shadow, blue beak, black innocent eyes - bleak
Chestnut back with designed grey gown and tail ~ misspeaks
He with a white necklace, she a smooth ochred chested
Silent birds still in bare forests at God's behest
Categories:
malabar, bird,
Form: Quatrain
That car swishes
along the forest road.
Who cares
about a poor bird in the age of lynching?
Its beak with berries in it
freezes.
Its mate hears
wing-beats that never near.
A bird lover’s thoughts grow
from the carcass.
He climbs up
the tree trunk
and drops
figs
through the slit in the sealed nest.
Beaks rise
from the enervating hunger.
The world needs
his deed.
Drooped wings
are countless.
First published in Pif Magazine, US.
*A mother hornbill never comes out of the sealed nest until its egg hatches.
Categories:
malabar, bird,
Form: Free verse
Though building his own tomb,
he’s not insane.
His violinist friend’s body lies
within a glass box.
Violin tunes drizzle
over memory.
This musical funeral,
he finds charming.
A corpse and a carcass are alike
in the sand.
He wonders
how long the world has to wait
before a soul emerges
out of mystery.
Life is like a light
spreading between the two misty ends.
A lion-tailed macaque,
a Malabar pit viper,
a Carpenter ant,
a golden rain tree…
all die serenely.
But blood and brain turn
a man’s death
doleful and dreadful.
Today he renovates his tomb
that stands as the sole certainty
among several uncertainties.
Poetry Nook nominated this poem for the 2019 Pushcart Prize
Categories:
malabar, death, life,
Form: Free verse
Shall I compare your voice with sweet notes of cuckoo
Or with the voice of nightingale
Or whistle of a parrot
Or drops of water on tin roof
The melody of love is what I search on
When mother sings lullaby
Angles descend to hear yet they hear not
Thus thy voice resembles mockingbird’s voice,
Or is it like Malabar whistling by a schoolboy
I hear nothing when I see two lovers
Sitting arms in arms without sound
just the silence in between them
When love blossom from the ashes of dunes
There is a complete silence
And this silence is the sound of love...
Categories:
malabar, love, song, sound, ,
Form: Free verse