My lady Florita

To my dearest Florita

With your birthday, this day begins
and, there come
memories of ladies with hanging futures
in a wet backyard with coffee and smoke,
on which rain soon, again should fall

of cold clothes, and cold snow
of warm hearts and steaming food
of the road home,
where we shall meet and discuss liberty

Oh! my dear Florita
have a happy birthday
and live this day for a long long time
till the sun sets in your lap, comfortably

Yours,
Shringi

Good time

Behind chirps, spouts of laughter, giggles, words, restlessness.

Inside hatred, there is some gaiety, some valuable quest, some real spirit

on which acid spreads.

Bows bound around gifts, gifted along with roses, black

when unwrapped, reveal another redundant dream,

green apples roll down a clean old street; the street holds stories

These apples get wrapped in these, independently, to later become people,

who have something to say; they shall get eaten before they turn stale.

To the good times, let us offer some gratitude, let us wrap each other in felony,

to celebrate.

Shringi

17 February 2012

Low lying yesterday

There was no pleasure, yesterday, there were no melodies.

These are nights, that I am talking of, yellow inside and blue on the surface.

All the distance, is of a mask

which has no color but that borrowed from the night.

For always, there is a girl called Mela, who eats orange fruits and licks candies,

who waits for the rain to stop and then for the rain to come.

She does not look at herself in the mirror, but finds her reflections in pages of books

she never understands what the books say,

she gets confused between names of everything and men.

For always, Mela dies, yellow and blue.

YELLOW INSIDE AND BLUE ON THE SURFACE.

Shringi

17 Feburary, 2012

Lullaby

The mother says angrily, "sleep tight, sleep tight" and the two sons hug each other loosely.

A song saying, "Love shall die, but shall live tonight" is playing loudly under the pillow on which the two kids rest.

And they dream,

" A middle aged woman wearing a yellow face enters a dark room constantly blinking her eyes"

the dream ends.

The two kids whisper into each others ears, they say incomprehensible words and smile in the air. The song ends concluding, "If a woman can love, she can put dreams into your eyes."

The kids unwrap themselves from each other and dismiss the pillow. They look with thoughtful expressions at the ceiling concluding "If a woman can love, she can put dreams into your eyes."

3 hours past midnight, a yellow eyed girl of 3 comes in the room with a doll carefully held in her hands. She says, "Brothers, can my daughter sleep here tonight?"; the brothers gaze at the ceiling which to them now is the sky. The girl to her doll sings a lullaby,

"When the fairies see light

when the angels fall from the sky

my only

in her yellow blanket sleeps tight"

The girl of 3 repeats this thrice and then thrice again. The two brothers hug each other, throw the pillow at the girl and sleep tight.

Shringi

Feburary 08, 2012