POETRY
Late Fruiting
Randhir Khare’s series of new poems and photographs celebrate the mountainous region of Himachal Pradesh, using motifs of nature to express deeply felt life experiences. Late Fruiting
I Listened To The Night
Hard green flesh swelling Heavy, Leaf-bound Glowing;
I listened to night’s breath Honeycombed with dog barks, Freedom songs, Footfalls of old lore trudging into the mountains, The music of prayer beads;
October blue dripping Through trees Drowning dead fruit, Earth - juice-sucking;
Wind, forest-walking, Sun dissolving, River belly-rubbing, Mountains, fire-edged; This hard green flesh Like mine Poem swelling, Singing;
Late fruiting Pure Sweet Succulent with life-juice.
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I listened to night’s story of foreverness Spoken like love-words, Like stream flow, Like birth cries, Like snow touch, Like green wood smoke;
Crypted in stone, steel, wood, Crypted in bone and flesh, Crypted in dreams, fears, yesterdays, tomorrows, Crypted in a heart that does not know why, Crypted in a silkworm’s weave of waiting, I listened to the night.
Winged Seeds
They rode the wind Alone, In pairs, Flocks, Buoyant in light, Earth searching, Noiseless dreams driven out of sleep, Fugitives Memory bundled, Fleeing into the future, New homes, New families, New languages, Landing strips of tomorrow Waiting with fireflies.
