Thursday, January 26, 2012


lily pads
fishes play
peek a boo

Saturday, December 24, 2011

^^^




bulrushes
idle gazes mingle
on a morning walk

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Grace



i remember those crepe myrtles
fresh and crinkled like origami flowers
tied with grass
sometimes dried, sometimes green

i remember the touch-me-not flowers

round and blushed like a bridal moon
mirroring the jagged lines of your face

those outstretched hands

muddy with picking wild flowers
from the glades, woods, river banks
i remember. 

Copyright © 2011 by Mamta Madhavan- All rights reserved

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Sunday, October 31, 2010

fast forward

rain drops beat down fast
this dried sidewalk glassed
in pain
pounding sounds go past
snarl of traffic's blast
in vain


here i want to cut

my scenes quickly ; but
the hours
minutes, seconds shut
the ticking somewhat
and sours

Friday, July 30, 2010

Redemption

misty rain
drapes gentle hands around me,
caressing the sorrow
dropping it in soft chiffon folds.