Three Poems from Mohana Das

Hyacinths in the gutter:

late afternoons, i cross the culvert-

they are all over the 2' width of stagnant black,

huddling close, closer, one

over the other-

catch my eyes, i blink. and

for a moment everything is forgotten-

the spiced tamarind puchka-mix,

tinnitus of trivial chatter-

skins of purple silk,

unfolding sugar labia outwards,

reincarnated peacocks-

origami memories float down

sip with shivering lips

green dew off leaves that conceal,

behind veined cheeks

blackness, the grim called reality

and i'd rather choose a lie,

trapped in a moment of internal stasis

i cannot feel my heart.

suddenly it is all different, like

melancholy mirrored on glass,

translations, graded violet/indigo

rubbed over with golden dust-

the skies are pregnant with inopportune rain.

 

 

 

Twilight~

 

time weeps tears of tea,
hiding absinthe eyes in
eclipsed mists.

twilight has bloomed.
precipices refract fire

inside cumulus.
creeks twist naked-
distorted like secrecy.

 

 

Poppies

 

They kiss his inky feet,

with revered passion;

tremulous,

in soft red swells,

breathing as one

in the filtered afterglow.

Obscure euphoria,

restless on coral wings,

listen-

half-entranced -

to the amateur Venus

paying court.

Shadowed by the dusk:

transient splendor -

their sweet ignorance

lulls their eyes asleep

beneath hosts of

unchristened proboscis.

 

Mohana Das is a poet by passion. Currently pursuing a degree in engineering, she is allured by all things creative, and abstract. Stars, colors, wildflowers, bees and butterflies are all her darlings. A Pushcart nominee, her poems have been published or are upcoming in a number of anthologies, Vayavya, The Brinks Gallery Cafe, vox poetica and Tuck Magazine.