Head in the Clouds

Vases of flowers
counter-top my senses
Seeing the glass, painted
with fresco gardens
the crunchiness
of dead flowers,
The petals of which
have fallen;
of which
I have picked up one
To sense the ‘wait’
in my present
without words or symbols

‘I can do it, picking
Head in the clouds,
confabulating without deception
my emotional processing

7 thoughts on “Head in the Clouds

  1. VijayNair

    An emotional experience expressed in minute detail and fine imagery-‘the crunchiness of fine flowers’-beautiful.

  2. Kumaara Sukeja

    The felicity with which the poet is able to portray the emotional thoughts and leave the reader enthralled speaks volumes for his amazing talent.


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