POETRY
Pink Tabebuia
LITERARY IMPULSE-POETRY
I.
Pink Tabebuias, the not Cherry Blossoms
Blooming resplendent in tree lined streets
Flushing fluorescent on saturated screens
Momentarily hiding, the ugliness of the city
Loose cables dangling between street lamps
Jumbled flagrantly over grim flyover railings
A pink moon rises in the evening sky, as if
In solidarity with the rosy flowers on a
Full moon night pregnant with rain-filled
Clouds misting the warm humid spring air
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The encoding of seasons in genes and systems
Of nature, playing out it’s raga in fullness against
The cacophony of a Bengaluru rush hour traffic
II.
Is this that transcendent reality leaking into
Our material world like a hidden qualia
Or a magical emergence from nature’s complexity
Manifesting beauty like an emergent property
What does the universe whisper into our souls
Between the embattled layers of our world
And our minds that invent our waking reality
In every moment, but to pause and listen ….
To listen softly, and gently. To silence the noise
Of a world raving through the endless screams
Of exhortations and searing unshackled sadness
To savor for just one moment — a pink melody*
To then drift off silently into an endless reverie
In that non-world of non-time and non-science
Where the archetypes of our minds fabricate
The inner dreams of our very own mythology
© Unni Nambiar (Apr 8th, 2023)
“*” — Svara
