the river longing
Pre-moon
Our poet’s collective has never attempted a moon-gazing and group write before. And the flower moon seems perfect. Understandably there are doubts… Everything that had to be written has been; will mine cut it; what if it’s cloudy? (our Chennai based members, faced with the rare spectre of a summer cyclone). Add a viral flu that has swept Mumbai and all my dreams of taking a sleeping bag to Rohini’s terrace by the sea are shot.
I leave it to the benevolence of the Buddha, who smiles on any who wishes to bask and immerse in the light.
orange zest
too soon the
melt into memory
Forbidden Flower
D night arrives with the news of a lunar eclipse until 1 am, followed by the Buddha Poornima flower moon.
‘It is bad joss to look at the eclipsed moon. Only astronomers are permitted. You need to rest.’
When eyebrow shimmies don’t cut it, I subside, warm in the knowledge that the moon will look exactly the same the following night.
Buddha chants
my mind’s leap
from orange to lapis
Hallelujah
There she is, larger than life itself. Flying low on the horizon, ducking in and out from behind trees, a step ahead of every traffic light. How I could embrace her, devour her with every pore, every sense. She must know how I have ached and waited just to behold her. And when I reach the diner at journey’s end, there she waits, gorgeous in orange-gold. How I wish I could take her home.
garden lamps
the warm glow
of quiet grass
Dr Brijesh Raj
buddha moon
this quiet heartbreak
of losing
a father to his
ageing heart muscles
flower moon
this May breeze has no sense
of romance
secondhand moon
hoping the flowers last
one more pooja
yellowing the puja flowers thrown away at moonset
ripe yellow
among the jack-leaves
morning moon
night three
the moon and the flowers
both wilted
Raamesh Gowri Raghavan
flower moon
the shaven head
of an elderly widow
balmy night-
a flower moon adorns
the hilltop shrine
Chitra Pournami
Day long pujas and the hum of Vishnu Sahasranam and the Shanti Mantra reverberate in the tiny temple. The palanquin is readied with strings of jasmine, tulsi and pink oleander. And then, as the night deepens, amidst a blaze of flaming torches and fireworks, the Lord descends down the steps of the hill. In the village below, the households make offerings of ripening banana bunches. Finally the palanquin crosses over the river bank for the ritual dip.
midnight –
the river longing
for the flower moon
Chitra Pournami: The full moon celebrated in the Tamil month of Chitra.
Vidya Venkatramani
I scour the sky-
to spot the flower moon-
lunar eclipse
in the stream-
his bald pate
and a flower moon
Sandra Martyres
snagged
on the power lines
thick clouds
and perhaps, a moon
imaging an absent moon satori
Geethanjali Rajan