Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 10, 2017

INSECURE~by Saroj K Padhi




Insecure are the flowers in the hands
of a January wind that has gone blind
in passionate hug from petals suave and mild,
as the wind slowly turns wild
this evening while rubbing its neck, bare and lean
on the sensuous thorns hid underneath
where they whisper to each other in dark unseen;
street lights struggle to envisage the face of the eve
hid under a thin fog hanging over my street
as I wobble back home from the bar
where stars of my dreams frequently meet;
the Sun in the western fringe
is still reluctant to leave
when fears of the time spread their stingy wings
though at a short distance a temple bell rings:

my daughter’s skin turns pale
under the scorching news of women outraged
when the Moon walks out of her insecure den
to witness incidents of loss, death of desire and pain
and the stars ponder and wonder
over acts of humans- heartless, cruel and insane;

I need to caress and cuddle you now
like a baby clinging to the lap of a mother
I too am in need of those words of whisper
that claimed us then and claim every now and then
making life, in spite of deaths, an enjoyable fever.



  1. Intensely beautiful…really spoke to my heart today. Thanks for sharing 🙂

  2. Reblogged this on nara15blog.

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