Flames – just in the forest


About you, when you flame the forest 

framing spring from the barren aravalis

a city

which drew it’s celebration from you every Holi

years ago

when orange shamelessly celebrated

uniting communities

when color had not become an ideology

gorgeously humble 

nondescript you surprise with blood red blossoms

leafless simplicity

transforms into an endearing riot

tri-foliage leaves

Brahma, Vishnu, Siva in renunciation

plumes divine

flowerets aplomb , crimson hymns of love

yin and yang

wild ornaments, medicine pods on crooked stems

weathering turbulence

unlike cities where tolerance needs permission

of the garden

where color is a river, red,crimson and orange

of the garden

where conversations are not about conflicts

of the garden

in which even flames melt into passion

of the garden

that was, before venom snaked into the roots of its trees

of the garden

tenderly standing in pain, of leaves losing their blossoms

fearful cries , the palash no longer bleeding bright

flame of the forest

do not be surprised

at the angry winds that blow

it is our burden to carry, we promise

to return to the sizzling treat

that is your blossoming

and the heartbreak

that leads to meditation

flame of the forest

let your virility

not be an aphrodisiac

to wild germinating weeds

let your majestic celebration

be forever indispensable

to our sanity



NaPoWri Mo 2019

seasons and senses



Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

One thought on “Flames – just in the forest

  1. The poet has very nicely juxtaposed the intolerance in the cities vis a vis patience shown by the forests in bearing the natures abundant bloom The talks of the garden is not about conflicts .It is about flames melting in to passion.

    Flames of forest have the universal lasting virility and not induced one.
    Beauty is everlasting and not transient The subject of Beauty is Truth seems to
    have been voiced by the poet using current metaphor and prevailing narrative of unrest , conflict and confusion in the cities today
    Profound thought andimpeccable expression


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