Ashok Niyogi

Mizmaze

across the road
they have started a takeaway
for tiny Narcissus flowers

“big appetites welcome”

the mitzvah of Mithras
is muffled in the scent
of autumnal flowering
of roadside trees
that impart shade
and unexplained allergies

dictionaries fall apart
like a life hitherto sequestered
by intrepid dreams
the imaginary roles
of nobody as a somebody
like a short penultimate syllable
before the sleeping pills take hold

from the colored center
of small white flowers
fragrance unfolds

Ashok Niyogi © 2007