Bindu Jagadeesh

The wooden top Painted red Nestled in hand Rearing to go. On winding the rope in tight coil Around the body The top began to wobble Eager for the…
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A tentative knock On my window Made me look up To see a poem Sitting on the windowsill Tired and forlorn. I have come a long way Seeking asylum Can I sit here for sometime? It asked tremulously. …
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Words are weary Overworked and travel stained. Constant use and reuse Severely tested their strength Long sentences and cliched usages Have put in their toll. Words had to rule over letters With an iron…
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Afternoon sun Blazed hot Scorching all life Plants drooped Trees stood transfixed People remained inside Hibernating. Screams of a woman Pierced the afternoon Dark smoke rose From outside The…
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I stood watching The dog chases its tail The dog went Round and round The tail went Round and round The tail and the dog Vanished in a swirl. The dog came Running back Stood beside me Panting hard.…
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The forest opened its doors To lure in unwary travellers. Purple trees swayed in the wind Yellow apples grew in trunks Green snakes hanged from trees Black flowers formed carpet. Friendly snakes Welcomed travellers.…
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The woman in marble Began to come alive The sculptor stood with Chisel in hand Dreaming of creating The perfect woman. The curved body Of a gorgeous woman Began to take shape High-peaked breasts Glistening white. Thrusting…
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Moonlight beckons me Turning its search light Like a beacon Guiding me across ocean. Waves curling at my feet I stood watching the moon. The shadows moved Inside the moon Waving to me. I can hear its murmurs Sweetly alluring…
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