Poems by Anitha Menon

Words

a poem by

Anitha Menon

Words!
These double timers
acting oftentimes
as curtains for thought.
Don’t play your
cloak and dagger games
with me.
Look me in the eye
and speak out.
I am no wilting wall flower
to wither away
nor naive
enough to fall
for your masked niceties.
Let truth blaze
from your eyes
springing
from the heart
rather than convenient standbys
to be used
and discarded
worthlessly.

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Recycling

a poem by

Anitha Menon

My crumpled thoughts,
Used up ideas,
Get dumped
Into
The plastic red basket.
Plastic green basket.
Plastic blue basket.

Accumulated mountains-
Attract,
Street dogs, urchins-
Finally,
The garbage collector.

The creaky bier,
Leaving a trail-
Of refuse and stench,
Carry
Those bits of-
Cocktailed memories,

For a lease
Of new life.
Meanwhile,
The city
Readies
For more new mountains.

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Reminiscences

a poem by

Anitha Menon

Listen,to the stories
In us.
For,
They breathe, with us,
Laugh in happiness,
Cry in pain
With us.

Tomorrows lie hidden in them.
Wilted yesterdays
with distant echoes
Ringing feebly,
Come alive
Painted with the
Vibrant colours of life.
Like the smooth
Riverside- glistening
Stones-
Basking in the sunlight,
Ages pass them by.

Watched
With unblinking eyes.

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By the pond

a poem by

Anitha Menon

The mid air dragonflies confer
in silence
buzzing circles
ever widening
with the evening.
Stone ripples in the pond
unfurling beyond
this little man’s world
as they flit across
the earth.

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