MANISHA MANHAS - POEMS

Manisha Manhas resides in Pathankot(India) where she teaches English in a high school. She has been writing poems from the past few years and her poems have been published in many national and international journals

Seasons of Earth

​the dust storms whine
against the window
as cherry dreams
slide inside.
Searching a marigold,
a  child's eyes bob to the
the tunes of  morning
as do butterflies rise from 
chrysanthemum jars.
And so does the coup
surging from a young
girl's diary becomes
bubbles to be sprayed over 
 the clavicles of earth,
titillating her varied 
musk tinted seasons.

Togetherness

​Do not miss me
when I will
be gone

for I will
    be raining
                        over the
                                       contours  

                                                         you will be kissing next.              
                       Dancing in the
                                                  hair of
             the  children
                        you will beget.
      
Sprouting as wheat
over her playful bosom,
I will be the bread
in the basket of
each morning.

The firmness of ground
beneath your feet,
the buoyancy of waters
your lips shall kiss.

The life in the stillness of a stone,
I will also kneel down in 
 prayers with you.

 Do not  miss me
 for  I will be the 
melange of noon
hung around your lips.

From where I shall drop
as a secret into the earth's crevices.

Life of a Dream

​Dreams spin like the beyblade
of a kid, its wire in the hands of fate.

Tossing like a foetus inside,
 their unheard sighs

become craters over moon
hit by unlucky stars.

Marks of destiny!

But they would continue to spin, 
hold on to somebody's yarn

Or in the grasp of somebody's 
round arms, melt, once for all.

Thereby deciding the
circumference of their life.