Rajashree Anand's Blog, page 2

Replenished - ( after a trip to Langkawi)

Feed me, where islets of fecund earth,

rise from the sea like green straw mushrooms

grilled by the orange sun,

and seasoned by wild waves, saline.




Quench me, with pure mineral water,

the glistening mirror of the eternal thirst

to be one with my wandering soul,

entangled in flighty memories.




Purify me, bathe away guilty imprints

remnants of a futile past ,

to dissolve in the

Unsilenced

Shivers ran down my strained spine,
sweat and dew tried to cool,the unsettled magma in my blood-shot eyes, muscled veins, charged for combat.  I froze a million lawful questionsand eyed them fallen targets -five in all, in flesh and blood.one alive, slumped in front.

My skilled blows hard enoughknocked out the rest,the final target rose in alarm.(A forest ranger, loaded and ready,I was armed

Wind, Water and Wings

Wind, Water and Wings

The sail flutters at five knots
onward, the ballooned curtain
now one with the wind,
spreads its patched white wings and
lunges me ahead.

A knot for every year.

The taste of fresh salt
floods my all-seeing eyes and unmutes
the songs of the wind and wild water
splashing the lapels of the fishing yacht.

The net will never see dead fishes again--
or hooks, or baits or

The Elevator

We scurry to work,
but are prepared
to make a guest appearance, 
into an experimental stage;
with hardly Shakespeare’s actors 
but neighbours, cleaners, strangers,
everyday people.
We care not for the genre:
tragic, fantastical , romantic acts
or simply commonplace realism;
but for the experiences 
carved by daily stimuli,
from cubicle to cubicle.


We smile, stare or preoccupy ourselves,
in