Micropoems by Jyoti Nair

Komorebi

When the Sun writes an elegy for herself, 

when she is an incendiary tear, 

just a drop, 

scourging our insidious nonchalance, 

while our fingers tersely

scramble for another ostentatious, languid lustre! 

And calls it Komorebi. 

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Arabian Jasmines

Bees gnawing my nape, 

Aren't mayhems of guilt! 

They are Arabian Jasmines, 

Flowering to disperse the omnishambles... 

Of my delirious feet...!

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Why

Ask the seaweeds that cling on my sinews, 

making my sky more surreptitious... 

Why can't my windows open up to just another moon? 

Why do I have to yearn for the scheming solstice? 

● Jyoti Nair

Mumbai, Maharashtra, India 

jyotinair2017@gmail.com