By Paresh Tiwari
The songbirds are out to feed and sing. To my untrained ear, it’s cacophony, albeit a pleasing one. To her, it means something much more. Velvet-fronted nuthatch, black-naped monarch and white-bellied erpornis, she ticks off the names with her fingers.
‘Perhaps you can live here when I’m gone,’ she says, ‘and write poems about love.’
Although I am unable to leave the smog-filled vertical confines of the city to live on the edge of the river, i do write. Sometimes, even about her. And then, I bury those poems deep in the loose soil of my backyard.
night express
a raindrops’s journey
on the glass pane.
By Paresh Tiwari
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Naval Officer by profession, a creative writer, and illustrator by choice, Paresh Tiwari grew up in the labyrinthine lanes of Lucknow. A Pushcart Prize nominee, and has published two widely acclaimed collections of poetry. This poem is from ‘Raindrops chasing Raindrops’, his latest collection of haibun and hybrid poems, that has found an honourable mention at the ‘Touchstone Distinguished Book Awards’ – 2017; commissioned by The Haiku Foundation, USA.
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