Before
the Petals Unfold (2002)
1.
LIFE—
AN ENIGMA
Life lies
spanned
in the palms of
hands
like a map on
table
in an
observatory.
Before the
petals
unfold
themselves
one by one and
sprinkle smile,
the pink on
cheeks welcomes
like a cheerful
doorman.
Perceptive eyes
to read
the enigma, to
drink
at the fount of
beauty like
a heaven-gazer
lilts on an endless lake
when he peeps
through his eye great.
2.
BOUGHS
OF HEAVEN
Ride crane-white
horses,
Snap links with
chains
Of time and
space.
Fly past the
Sun,
Sans care for
Cleopatras
And hell bounds
On stygian wings
To farthest
heaven.
Mind in black
holes,
Not on Helen’s
face.
Distance and
dissociate
Bonds of
desires.
Drink at the
fount
Of Proserpine
under
The cozy,
evanescent
Boughs of
Heaven.
3.
DOWN
THE DRAIN
All effort goes
down the drain
to straighten
the weak
back bent in
Spring
under Himalayan
weight of care
and concern.
A stump sprouts
from
the dry, desert
dunes.
Rats nibble at
emerald twigs,
wolves
dig at the roots
in search of
bones.
Owls hoot,
vultures
gyrate. Mingled
cacophony
horrendous
at the dead of
night.
Will ever dark
dense
make way, fog
disperse
for myriad morn
to blush?
4.
DEATH
BY FIRE
The dance of
death by fire
at Dabwali1
hardly wizened
from the mind,
the one at
Baripada2,
followed by one
at Mina,
goes down into
the heart
like a lance and
compels
one doubt His
omnipotence.
Wounded and
dazed lie
jerks and jolts
of joy.
What a poetic
justice!
Fruit of past
karma?
Owl-hoots
reverberate,
prophesy a
Flood.
Pigmy man struts
stunted
in the hollow of
a dead tree.
Man, a helpless
mortal
in this drama of
despair.
The ship out in
the stormy sea;
charred, little
hope of repair!
1Fire at Dabwali
in Haryana consumed hundreds of students and parents celebrating DAV centenary
celebrations in January 1995.
2Fire at Baripada
in Orissa killed hundreds of people, on 23rd February 1997,
assembled for “Nigomananada” convention.
3Fire that broke
out in the tents of Haj pilgrims at Mina, Mecca, on 15th april 1997,
burnt hundreds of devotees to death.
5.
LIFE
AND DEATH
Heat is life.
Coldness, death.
My crawling
fingers crave
To feel the
peaks of moon
In this frost
with a hope to flow
From stasis to
flux,
From coldness to
heat.
Shivering birds
dissent.
Frost and mist
win.
Cries and
dissents freeze.
Old, effete sun
is cold.
Dark capsule
closes jaws
In the sea of
reality.
Dewy hopes
transpire,
Truth
settles like lead.
Heat is life.
Cold, death.
6.
BEHOLD
HER ATOP THE TREE
Behold her
perched
Atop the tallest
tree on the hillside
With her sickle
she sits
Between the
earth and the sky –
A trishanku!
Passionate wind
tickles bosom,
Crimson cheeks,
roses in bloom;
Loose hair
frolic with wind;
Water, in the
stream below,
Holds her in its
bowl.
One gazes and
gapes
Beholding her
atop the tree
That dances in
the wind
And she, like a
fairy, fills
The valley with
her sonorous song.
7.
IN
BROAD DAYLIGHT
For some
queer reason
river loses
temper;
Swells and roars
and runs down
to drown a lass
working in her
fields.
A bolt from the
blue!
Down she goes
borne on boiling
waves
to the realm of
Yama.
The dawn was
bright,
noon, the
darkest!
Things do
bechance
so sudden
in broad
daylight
to bring home to
man
the slippery
existence
of his sojourn.
8.
JOURNEY’S
END
YOU have
guided my
journey
from BIG BANG
through cave,
stone,
iron,
and bronze
to the present
atom
on which I stand
and look
right and left:
arduous climb,
an infamous
fall.
Guide me through
the spiral
to reach YOU
wherefrom I long
to drink
to end my
journey
across the
canyons of TIME.
9.
SPRING
TICKLES IN BLOOD
With the death
of December
come new hopes
and aspirations:
The ice of sloth
begins to thaw
with the
approaching of March,
intractable
fingers yield,
frozen mind
begins to stir,
spring tickles
in blood.
Images flutter
wings,
As if been
sleeping for long,
Prepare for
their flight.
Eyes read in
them
Ample longings,
New flood.
10.
THE
MERCIFUL
Is He ever
displeased, the Lord Supreme,
With His own
creation? Most calm and serene!
In His hour of
sadness and solitude,
He did meditate
and deep did compute.
Deep He thought
to do away with His lot,
Rid Himself of
sloth; fancy’s door He smote.
Creation’s first
thought into His mind ran,
On spinning
wheel of mind He, then, life span.
From His
melancholy, he gained respite,
Took His tools
to carry out the exploit.
In the creation of
air and matter,
And such other things
that also matter.
The dream of
world – varied and beautiful,
Made Him merry,
dance and sing full throatful.
Life budded from
Eternal joy. Root
Cannot be
annoyed with its shoot.
11.
THE
NUDGING PRESENT
At horizon eyes
stroll
to watch the
holy marriage
of Earth and
Sky.
The past far
behind,
the future far
ahead,
the present
nudges from
an elfin cave
down to ground.
The wound
bleeds. The hoary
past full of
dead dreams.
12.
IN
QUEST OF CHEERFULNESS
Let us in the
freezing heat
Of mangled
relations
Search for a
berth, where
Ebullient chill
warms
And hatred,
strip-teased.
Like snake
shedding its slough,
Love buds forth
like a lily
That sprinkles
Cheerfulness
around.
Let us leave
behind
This world full
of icy chill
And mount up a
higher hill
Where sun shines
warm and bright
Against mundane
gall and fright.
13.
STAMPEDE
As I try to
shove in
The dry logs of
reason
Into your empty
skull
To open it
To the vast and
varied
Beauties of the
world,
You cry, resent
and weep.
By the time you
let one drill a hole,
The Sun would
have sunk;
Before it
actually sinks,
Open the door of
the cell,
Race through the
crowd in mazes,
Watch: headless,
cactus-faced swarms
Engaged in
stampede.
The milk of
mankind
Dried in dreary
human heart.
Crabs dance,
doves huddled,
Stems steal into
soil,
Roots rise into
light.
14.
ANAEMIC
SUN
My back aches,
as I foray without
To see twinkling
stars studded in sky.
Cold air from
white peaks tickles
Pleasantly in
the serene quiet within.
The walls tease
me for
My impuissance.
Stung by
Humiliation and
desire
Dig a hole in a
rickety rock
For fresh blood
to give new
Life to anaemic
Sun.
15.
THE
TRAPPED
A fish in a
house of flint
Strives
violently:
Rises to top,
sinks to bottom,
Strikes its head
against
Elusive walls to
join her tribe.
Soul! You, too,
trapped,
Busy in an
unending bid
To catch at the
anchor-hold,
To snap the
steely strings,
To build a
bridge, to reach the home.
Riding the horse
of hope
Man is ever
engaged, must cope
With the eternal
longing of the soul
To seek the
worlds beyond the Sun
Before his race
on earth is run.
16.
TREASURE
ISLAND
Sleep, caress,
furrow
deep into the
bowls of earth
until the
fountain
springs in the
beatitude
of a rainbow.
A flash on faces
stolen from the
treasure
island of
heaven.
Peep into
halcyon pools:
Dive deep into
dream
at the bottom of
lake
with its
sibylline silence.
17.
ABOVE
EVERYTHING
It rained -
the first
pleasant rain
after the fire
for months.
I read:
Hanshan, Jung
Kwoong,
Ikkyu – the
Kyounshi
And realized,
To know
Empty mind
Of the dirt-hill,
the debris of eons.
Zen, ch’an, dhyana
not different –
the same
essential truth
of lotus budding
forth from mud,
a rose in a
jungle of thorns.
Let malyaja spread
fragrance of
heaven,
light show the
path
to the Great
Beyond
above the
clouds,
above the Sun,
above,
above
everything.
18.
JUNGLE
OF HYENAS
Anger is death.
Each day I die
a hundred deaths
unlike Phoenix.
The fire
doesn’t consume,
it singes.
In this jungle
teeming with
hyenas
one longs for
melody.
All moans and
cries.
I fall and sink
into a river
full of mud
without
redemption.
Where man’s
machinations
munch man into
oblivion,
death is the
best reward
for one living
in inferno.
19.
A
BLIND RACE
A stone falls
In a placid pool
Crystal clear
and cool.
The stone sinks
to bottom,
Waves race
towards the banks.
The world is a
pool:
Honest and
innocent
Sink like the
stone,
Light and
lingering foul
Rise to the
surface,
Spread like the
waves.
The fire silent
in heart
Ever ready to
swallow
The relative
time
Far from the
banks of pool.
Time dogs one
like akaash1
Finitely in
infinite space.
Ethics and
morals marginalized
By the
money-minded man
Who carries a
bag of ashes
In this blind
race to grave.
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GREEN
MEMORIES
(on the death of
a 3-year old)
There comes an
unwanted guest
To snap the
cord,
Young or old,
babe or child,
With cold
sensitivity;
Stunned souls
left aghast
To sob and sigh.
The felled tree
flames in fire,
Light gropes in
gloom,
Legions of green
memory
Left behind on
the sands of time
To shear tendons
and sinews.
Red pain
slithers to yellow
As the waves in
sea scale the shores.
Stocks gaze and
gaze
At the crimson
skies,
Void nestled in
cork eyes.
For the same
dreaded guest
To steal in to
snap the gossamer
That holds the
ship to anchor
And set it free
To wade across
the wide, wide sea.
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21.
LIFE
Life:
an endless tale
of
vales, dales and
hills
from the
blackholes
of eternity;
a dance set to
tune
by Master
Divine.
Man reels and
reels
until the
musician decides
to terminate the
tune.
Individual:
mere cog
in the wheel of
time.
No will but
ordained to act
and dissolve
from dark to
dark.
Fears
amalgamated with
deeds,
heaven, hell and
hell-fire.
A carnival of
colours:
yellow, pink,
red and green,
white, blue and
black.
End
the beginning.
One continues to
race in maze
ignorant about
exit
from this chakravyuha
till the Light
leads out of
dark
and accompanies
to regain the
paradise lost.
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22.
DESIRE
FOR VOID
I walk on the
surface
of a crystal
clear lake
that expands
into an ocean.
I see my shadow
in the water.
A spark rises
from the bottom.
Desire ensnares,
makes
stubborn,
self-centred and stupid,
the spark
continues to rise.
Realizes the
need
to debunk mind
to the centre of
void.
At birth
all blue sky
devoid of
delusion.
Why not to
revert
to VOID to
encompass
the whole
creation?
23.
MOMENTOUS
MOMENTS
Sun’s steady
shake up
From the sea of
slumber
Lets loose
An ocean of
music
From the founts
in mountains,
The hearts of
woods deep,
Down to the vast
plains.
Sun’s golden
glimmer
Paints the vast expanse.
One gleefully
gazes
And regales ears
With symphonies
of Nature
Seized from the
halls of Heaven!
In these
momentous moments
Time melts
personal pains.
All is a grand
gala
Of guileless
ecstasy.
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VIRTUE
WEEPS
A dew drop
on a green blade
of grass
enthralls the
golden light
from the Sun
and sends it out
with added
sheen of
delight.
Man on this
Earth
no less sublime
and pure
than the dew
drop
but reluctant to
catch
at the crystal
rays from
the seventh
heaven.
A true amalgam
of angel and
Satan
delights much
in the latter’s
company
than the former.
Virtue weeps
bitterly.
Silently sobs
the dew
and Satan smiles
at his success.
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A
TRIANGLE
I love
your eyes,
her body,
and that there
her sprawling
hair
like dark clouds
vaulting the
hills
in Savana1.
You three
are the vertices
of the triangle
with me
as an epicenter.
Any play
of this centre
presages
a catastrophe
and leaves
planets astray.
Mutual love
provides the
pull
to preserve the
planets
and keep them
content in their
orbits.
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A
TERRIBLE STORM
She came
like a butterfly
to the beauteous
bloom
and spread her arms
around my neck;
looked love
deep into love’s
eyes.
So aghast the
love,
failed to know
how to respond?
She planted the
sweetest kiss
he had never
had,
drunk to daze
in the
passionate embrace.
She with her
charm
mesmerized and
courted,
pealed scales
to dive and
swim,
to quell the
fire,
to taste the
bliss.
Sun and earth
in close
communion.
A terrible
storm:
boisterous wind
blew and blew,
dark clouds
thundered ,
sky pounded the
earth.
After the rain:
the earth
satiated,
sky cool, calm
and clear.
Pleasure pearls,
the happy hearts
never shed,
rolled down
bright with
sunny glow.
Ere the dark
clouds
could gather
again to entice
a ray bright
atop
the distant
pearl-white peak
mirrored the
pink of heart.
Before the quake
rocked the isle
His will was
done.
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27.
YESTERDAY
IS NOT TODAY
Yesterday is not
today
nor today will
be tomorrow;
yet tomorrow has
its roots
deep in the
fertile
soil of
yesterday.
We are not
what our
ancestors were,
nor mutants,
but chained fast
to them
like the Earth
to the Sun.
Discontentment,
the mother of quest:
the Sun that
sets in the west
keeps one
waiting for the dawn.
From the follies
cuddled in nest
one can learn
much to be wise.
Every new moment
springs from the
womb
of the moment
gone by,
fertilized in
mind
bears young one
of its kind.
28.
IN
DESERT
In this desert
at noon
I sit unrobed
and foresee
the sun sinking
into sands
at horizon.
The jackals howl
as the dark
jungle moves in
and shadows
lengthen to
infinity
dissolve in
dark.
Pale moon
sprouts from the
sands
and moves on her
journey
awe-struck at
the howls.
Shadows bleed,
burns turn
cancerous
in this land of
mirage.
29.
YUGOSLAVIA
Torture, rape
and guns,
bullets, fire
and smoke, air-raids,
sirens’
deafening sounds.
Men, women,
children –
lopped branches
on ground,
stones in sun
and sleet.
Blood and soil
blent
bodies wizen in
snow and shower
grass grows on
blood.
An explosion
shakes,
steel-mansions
collapse sand dunes,
dreams drop in
debris.
Death and
debris,
devastating
fire,
cadaver on
cadaver.
One and all rub
white chill
beneath bare skies
in blind mazes.
Hounds hound in
homes,
sky rains
missiles,
paradise lost on
good Earth.
God and
self-styled
saviours busy in
awful activities:
death and doom.
Hatred and ego
embrace to prawn
holocaust,
illusion new
haven.
30.
UPON
THE SNOWY HEIGHTS
(for
Kargil Heroes)
Upon the craggy
pikes of snowy height,
Laying down your
lives for your people’s sake,
You fought so
well and showed the world your might!
Far from warmth
of home and hearth, a true knight,
Each of you your
precious life did forsake
Upon the craggy
pikes of snowy height!
Not for berths
but for country you did fight,
To make the
foolish realize their mistake;
You fought so
well and showed the world your might!
You shot them
dead, ere they thought of their flight,
Your war cry
rent the sky, the hills did shake
Upon the craggy
pikes of snowy height!
To see your
valour, the world did surmise;
Each hand made
of steel, each heart full of mirth.
You fought so
well and showed the world your might!
When’ll the
grateful people forget your might?
Your sacrifice
stands grand, a house of light!
Upon the craggy
pikes of snowy height,
You fought so
well and showed the world your might!
31.
I
WONDER AT HIS JUDGEMENT
(a
villanelle for the cyclone-hit people of Orissa)
As I hear
crackers fired, see fireworks play,
My heart goes to
people scattered like logs.
I wonder at His
judgement in dismay!
A cyclone, nay,
super-cyclone did stray
Over the homes,
the trees, waters and bogs.
As I hear
crackers fired, see fireworks play!
Hot winds and
waves rush to land, there to stay;
All men,
animals, plants caught in the smogs.
I wonder at His
judgement in dismay!
Dead bodies
begin to rot and decay,
Feed on them
marooned wolves and dogs.
As I hear
crackers fired, see fireworks play!
Life and death
lose meaning, all turn to clay,
An awful
spectacle the eyes befogs.
I wonder at His
judgement in dismay!
Their sin so
great to earn death, well-a-day!
At an eye’s
blinking their life for good stops.
As I hear
crackers fired, see fireworks play,
I wonder at His
judgement in dismay!
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MY
KITCHEN-GARDEN
(a villanelle)
I pick up my
sickle and hoe and go
To my
kitchen-garden some seeds to sow.
To clear it of
weeds, I decide to plough.
I’m not alone.
As I get up to go,
A pair of mynas
come down you know.
I pick up my
sickle and hoe and go.
With my hoe,
worms come up, they know.
They scoop down
from the top of tree below.
To clear it of
weeds, I decide to plough.
With love and
care, as best as I can, I trow;
I take the weeds
out, level soil to sow.
I pick up my
sickle and hoe and go.
Sickle shaves
plants of leaves – slow, slow;
I manure the
soil, plants I hope to grow.
To clear it of
weeds, I decide to plough.
Mynas and worms
strive to keep life aglow.
In my
kitchen-garden some seeds I sow.
I pick up my
sickle and hoe and go,
To clear it of
weeds, I decide to plough.
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33.
LOST
AMONG THE SAND-DUNES
I cross the
boiling river
Go up a black
crag
With the hope of
some foothold;
It thaws under
its own weight
And merges into
the ebullient river.
I cry at the top
of my voice.
There he halts
like a traveler
Lost among the
sand-dunes
Hearing an echo
Coming, as if,
from the far end
Of the horizon.
On seeing a
mirage
In the white-hot
desert
I lay counting
The ends of
nerves
Smothered by the
hot blast of wind.
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A
SHEEN SUN
A sheen sun
slides down
Through a chink
in the roof.
Fresh air flows
in
Through the wide
open window.
The trees wave
cheerfully,
Blossoms laugh
merrily,
The beauty of
those white peaks
Is beyond all
measures.
Let us, let us
all
Give it a warm
welcome.
Before our minds
begin to stink
Let us dance and
the orgy drink.
35.
A
CAPTIVE SUN
Sun bridged with
Earth
Heat flows down
the bridge,
A lush green
sapling is born.
It is pink with
hope,
Love, lust and
rainbow.
Sees the bright
sun around.
Wonder-struck it
Flood of blood,
aghast to see.
Captive sun.
Sank down in awe.
36.
HOPES
BELIED
It is X-mas
today
mountain peaks
stare at the sky
for clouds,
rain and snow
to bedeck as
newly-wedded bride.
Snow,
Santa Claus’s
gift—
hope and
happiness
in the year to
follow,
eludes one and
all.
All hopes are
belied
besides despair
and sorrow
of an Airbus
hijacked.
Death dogs souls
in sky.
Flowers
transform into thorns
in human psyche
for eons to
come…
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A
FROZEN POOL
Today I saw
the last pale
leaf
fall from the
tree
in the lap of
hills
bewailing for a
drop of water,
for the release
of hostages,
for the
restoration
of exiled human
values,
for a glimpse of
glint
on the faded
faces in street.
This dry winter
surpasses all
in antipathy.
Everything seems to sink
to the bottom
far, far away
from the banks
of mankind
into a frozen
pool.
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38.
ESOTERIC
Always a log
unable to
comprehend sun,
chill and frost.
Summer and
rains,
Spring and
autumn,
Winter rains
supreme.
An answerless
corpse
to crack nut
on the back of
Vikramaditya …
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39.
VULTURRES
AND CROWS
Vultures and
crows
Simulate swans.
Peck at carcass
At the cross.
Deft in
intrigue,
Dream to behead.
Who dare show
light,
Lead out of
darkness?
Messiahs of
Stinking
multitude
Wallow like pigs
In a dirty
ditch.
Human values
touch
Their nadir,
never
In human history
Stooped so low…
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A
FALCON FREEDOM
I know
I cannot return.
The bridge I
walked on
Fell under its
weight.
The green, pink,
red
Far behind.
The brown and
grey,
I never knew
To be so sweet.
I feel
A falcon freedom
To fathom
The deepest
skies.
A glance
Of the BEYOND
Where FULLNESS
Abounds all
around:
The fullness of kalpas
And even beyond
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41.
A
SLUGGISH JANUARY EVENING
In the lukewarm
sun,
When it should
have been cold
Of infant
January.
Shelling peas,
eyes
On the distant
hills –
Weak, emaciated,
naked.
The plantain
leaves
Wave at
wayfarers.
Thin clouds
raise some hope
In wilted
hearts,
Parched earth
not sure.
Months have died
one by one
Since last July.
Sun slowly sinks
down,
Shadows rise to
the sky.
A toddler
tittle-tattles at the whining dog.
Workmen look at
watches.
A papiha cries
for a drop of water.
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42.
DUST
UNTO DUST
Death, these
days
never knocks at
door,
rides machines
racing fast
(being fed up
with his buffalo).
Bodies and souls
are severed
with a bang to
follow
their disparate
routes amidst final
gasps, cries,
shrieks moans.
The race ends
for many,
the sun sets
before dawn.
Dust unto dust;
sombre hush is
born
of the horrific
bang,
cork eyes bleed,
stone hearts
melt,
mist envelops
all.
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43.
THE
SAME MARIGOLD
They sat
eyes in eyes
sailing in the
seas
of fathomless
vast
in search of
corals and pearls
lost for ages.
A bitch beside
on her haunches:
swims with them
across the
ocean,
the sole
witness;
recalls the past
lost long ago in
dark.
Man and animal
different, yet
alike;
pluck at the
same sun.
foray through
the dark of dawn
come home
with the same
marigold.
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44.
I’M
LITTLE…
I’m a little
innocent,
pure as Ganga at
Gangotri,
free from
world’s viles.
Begin to sing
nursery rhymes
in bed.
Know as I grow
I’ll be Yamuna
in Delhi.
Venom enters the
veins,
I’m patient on
table
waiting for the
doctor
with scissors
and scalpels.
Would they could
take the ulcer
out
from this ailing
body
leaving it Volga
to Ganga,
Mississippi to
Sikiang,
crystal clear,
drossless, rich
in the milk of
humanity!
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45.
CRIMSON
TO CRIMSON
Crimson in the
east:
hope springs
like bud
from the dark
night.
Crimson in the
west:
journey through
dark
in the endless
sea.
White blaze at
noon:
fusion of hope,
fission of
doubt.
Crimson to
crimson:
through white
blaze a bridge
to bridge here
and above.
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46.
A
DAY IN RAINS
The morning,
heavy as lead:
clouds thunder,
lightning flashes,
rains in
torrents.
A cascade:
“water, water
everywhere”.
Floors flooded:
young and old
try in vain
to keep the
water out.
Evening calm,
the dark clouds
melt away
by and by.
The night,
crystal clear –
smoky shutters
slither away
like the veil
of a newly
wedded bride.
The world
contracts into eyes:
moon smiles at
the dark ghosts
meditating in
knee-deep water
to ward off
scourge and Scylla.
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47.
VICTIMS
OF EGO
Victims of ego
Keep fighting
The ruthless
shadows.
Shore deeper
than
The deeps; try
to saunter
On the peaks of
sea-mountains.
Fire buds forth
From water and
floods
The banks broken
into smithereens.
Build bridges
across
The singed human
hearts using
Cement from air,
girders of water.
Watch from
distance, mountains
Crossing on
wheels
Of time beyond
horizon.
Helplessly await
a Dhanvantri1
From Smudra-manthan2
To diagnose long
fossilized hearts.
1Mythical first
vaidya (doctor) of the Gods
2The mythical
churning of sea
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48. CAN YOU TELL
ME
I am
Neither a man
Nor a woman.
For my
Prowess and
Kindness
Are lost
In the
black-hole
Of lust and
greed.
The spring
That flows
Has nothing but
blood
And ashes
Carefully urned
After the
forest-fire.
The sparrow that
Lost eggs in
fire
Doesn’t bewail
Or cry
Or shed tears –
A stone on
electric wire,
In this crazy
night
Can you tell me
What am I ?
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49. THE MORAL
VOID
(A Pantoum)
The sun at the
horizon slips
Down into the
dark dale of gloom;
The northern
chill, the mind grips,
Chilly darkness
remains all to bloom.
Down into the
dark dale of gloom,
Beyond the hill,
beyond the land,
Chilly darkness
remains all to bloom,
And in the wild,
wild sea we stand.
Beyond the hill,
beyond the land,
We sojourn in
the moral void,
And in the wild,
wild sea we stand,
The heat of
life, we are devoid.
We sojourn in
the moral void,
And dare not
face bemoaning truth;
The heat of
life, we are devoid,
Devoid of
daring; cowards forsooth.
And dare not
face bemoaning truth,
Here the milk of
man is dried;
Devoid of
daring; cowards forsooth,
Chivalry of man
is all tried.
Here the milk of
man is dried,
Man’s horrible
deeds blood congeal,
Chivalry of man
is all tried,
There’s no
effort the man to heal.
Man’s horrible
deeds blood congeal,
Man from morals
off it strips,
There’s no
effort the man to heal,
Sun at the
horizon down slips.
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50. VIRUS
Virus has,
Besides
destroying our
Vital systems
and organs,
Begun to corrode
our thought;
Puss of hatred
flows out from the sore,
No scavenging in
view.
Man, the noble
deed of God,
Made in His own
image,
Is rotten. A
heap of debris.
Big mansions
erected
On the ground of
ethics
Fall down like
sand-dunes in storm.
The maze leads
To a chakravyuha
With Abhimanyu-consciousness
To come out of
this trap
Full of
oblivion, din and dusk,
Despite
twinkling on far off hill.
51. DRINK DEEP
THE NATURE’S BOUNTY
The granite
labour of the craggy climb,
The ragged road
below is left far behind.
In the land of
lords, we stand now.
Put down on
ground your sacks of load and rest
Propped on
emerald mossy sheet green.
Recline to rest
where you please, heap deep
The air that is
all around undefiled.
Let your looks
roam around far and wide
To glut your
senses on the sight and smell,
On the rainbow,
on the velvet soft touch.
Petals give, the
cool of heavenly dew;
No fence, no
wall nor any barbed wire
Lie down or
stroll as you please to refresh
The eyes, the
minds, and the lungs with
Morn fresh air
that comes young from forests
And falls soft
on this height for heart’s delight;
The crowded
cities and towns are left and
Left far below.
Now rest in serene air.
The sky above is
clear, sheen, and azure:
See through it
into the bowls of the sky.
No hill to
impede the free flight of gaze;
On the highest
peak now we rest and breathe.
Let us seize the
sheen and catch the calm peace
And catch in
eyes the rainbow hues of skies
In future to
feed on the dainties of memory.
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52. TEARS
Tears well up my
eyes
and trickle down
like the
droplets of rain
warm as March
days,
sad like autumn.
Heart is soft
after the flood
is over
like the wind in
September.
The horizon in
front is solemn,
awaiting warmth
in December.
Tears,
Warm tears,
briny tears!
Tears trap the
‘bow,
I know.
Dear tears, tear
dear!
53. A SEA OF
SILVER
The first ray
of the rising
sun
pours out
molten gold
which steadily
transforms
into a sea of
silver
The dragged
sloth of night
steadily shakes
and stripteases
itself
in the sea
Ghosts of night
don stolid
shapes
54. WHEN I WAS
GREEN
When I was green
never bothered
about the summer
red
and blazing hot
sands.
There was a
quake,
the earth
vomited fire;
there was smoke
and smoke,
the wind blew
and blew,
the trees
clashed in the wood.
I stood a silent
spectator
staring at the
fury of nature.
The pin at
horizon visible.
Ulysses beckons
from afar.
55. THE GUJARAT
QUAKE
I
With rainbow in
heart
and flowers in
eyes
the little
tulips
traversed
the Kuchchh
streets at dawn
singing of hymns
to peace and
independence –
little knew
of their weight
that made
mother earth
revolt in
protest
and shudder
violently
forcing the low
huts,
towering towers
to fall down
like the pack of
cards
burying the
young and the old,
the fair and the
ugly,
the rich and the
poor;
a lesson in
secularism
to men who cry
hoarse
about the fake
faith
enshrined in
their selfish hearts!
II
Rivers of blood
Din of cries
Rent the skies.
The dazed eyes
Turned stolid to
see
The dance of
death.
Trembled, the
strong hands;
Cluttered, the
cold bones;
Suffused, the
traumatic eyes.
Faith was lost,
Hope was lost,
Lost, the love
of life.
III
It needs time
To dispel trauma
From terrified
hearts,
And time
To raise towers
From the heap of
debris,
And time
Above all to
instill
Love in
lacerated hearts,
And time
To melt the
frost
From the frozen
eyes.
Rainbow and
tulips
Crouched beneath
Horrendous hills
of horror
Need be cared
And caressed
To let
A new bud
Bloom into a
fragrant
flower in a
desert.
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