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Read Poems by S.Jagathsimhan Nair

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Starry night or sorry Chennaite

The times twist and rise like rare tornadoes 
Timelines elsewhere just turn into homilies
And the stars-turned-hearts are  bleeding blues
The happenstance-moon for once is not made
of light to light up our home CFL’s
The rain gods do not drop water bottles
to the marooned; or the air, mantras, to reverse
Rigor mortis. The sky, hawker of visuals,
implores blind pathways to unchoke themselves.
I bide time in my twelfth floor Himalayas.
Kedar’s water demons come calling,
metamorphosed into meteorology,
dunking Chennai’s life in tears where float bloated
the arid wits of the metro’s whirlpool gods.

Note: Based on a Van Gogh painting 'Starry night', which struck a chord in me during the  Chennai floods of 2015.


Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2017

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  1. Date: 9/14/2017 7:56:00 PM

    it struck a great cord in you,,great write Sir Nair,i'm back friend
  1. Date: 5/24/2017 5:08:00 PM

    I enjoyed reading your writes on the site Perfect Assertion Raising the Bar The Gift of Presence, congratulations...
  1. Date: 5/21/2017 10:16:00 PM

    Wonderful, very nice description ~*
  1. Date: 3/18/2017 5:34:00 AM

    see, this is what i'm on about jaggy, this is an excellent modern sonnet, and yet it received no comments! this is the kind of poem i would place on my winning list, because it has depth, it's unusual and has great wording...i know that van gogh painting, and he is one of my favourite artists

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