Ram Chandran

India

 

in this quiet noon
on this shore
my tied boat
me
and a seagull

 

 


jasmine
in bloom over night
I need
nothing else
for the day


only
the moonlight knows
the tears
that flowed down my cheeks
the sleepless nights I have spent...

 

 

 


a little ghost
in the  banyan  tree
scares all
in the village..friends with birds
and swinging on aerial roots

 


on the seashore
waves
repeatedly bring
those bitter memories
the breeze takes them away

 


though you pretend
not to hear,
my Radhe
your jingling bangles
echo my songs