Saturday, July 14, 2007

I am



I am



I am what Iam and
what is expected of me,
I cannot be what I am not,
I can see everything unseen,
I can fly and view on the
winged wings viewless,
for those with unflinching
loyalty and unquestioning faith
I am the life-safer and life boat,
Why, I am the life extended
in my devotees’ being.
The unreasonable, unthinking
remorseless, attributes sex
and Shape to me, Ariel
windy, fire and water uncontrollable
and the cheap get crestfallen
to get stored in the slot
of sinners tainted with stigma,
Benign and Blessed are those
who crave for my Graced Love
with everlasting devotion.


Thursday, July 12, 2007

It was a sleepless night



It was a sleepless night

It was a memorable sleepless night indeed,
Not with those of eyes of searching looks,
not craving for the embalmed love of bygone days,
nor for those embraces of missed romance,
but many a nights’ similar plights of lost
love, truth cupped into twisted tales,
tears wetting those cheeks, those tears were not
from mere eyes, but from the heart’s softest corner,
love lost long, long ago, even displaced by diabolic
dehumanized ones crept to shake the roof,

A recollection of a sordid episode of a child
Crying and battling with life, a severe bronchitis
Somewhere a call from the God of Death,
The child is heaving a sigh of relief from
those dissatisfied devils, backdoor intruders
for lifelong gain, you were only a mute witness
to the drama of assertive argument and sin
sickening pell-mell. It was a sleepless night
when I had the feel of the dead innocent child
embodied into my being asking for justice and
it was the sleepless night that a call from the
Above whispered ‘endure, endure, and endure.’

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The unguaded street

The unguarded street


These morning strolls in the main street,
at the dawn, the rays of the sunbeams
as if the seer through the magic wand
measures the future of the curious,
dispel the darkness with the zoom of the
lorry laden with the vegetables from the
garden of the village, to the fair,
the serenity of the atmosphere
paves the mood for the writer and the
artist, the singer who hums the tune,
the street is not guarded for no cops
till nine when the traffic increases
and the polluted, wind- laden
dust raises mounds of misty clouts
to blind the innocent passerby.
Now the street is amply unguarded,
for the swarm of flies from the litterbin
buzz around to prove their agility,
now the street is typically unguarded,
for the roadside maker of dish and
fast-food counts the snippets
to be plundered by the seasoned hungry.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The Bed

The Bed


When a severe backache pokes me like
a pointed dagger which the smooth floor,
wherein I lie resists, I take recourse to a bed,
where my partner, my hardbound dictionary
weighing heavy befriends my pillow,
the ill improvised bed is more conspicuous
by the absence of the master through out,
the cover is besmeared by the ink marks,
no flowers, no aroma, no incense,
creativity, my Goddess, awaits me in
belated hours, the quill flows on:
This pain mocks at the quill
for the intermittent distraction,
tonight I am off with my master,
the door is barred, lights are not off.
Lights are not off, for the devil not
far off, defeated, turns off.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Why? why? why?

Why?


Why to probe into the ‘whyness’ of
Select things you are eager to know,
when you yourself do not know
why is it you are doing so,
The answer is that your why is
followed by many ‘whys’
it is like seeing the origin of
the name of God,
who is the first inventor?
Why probe into the question
Who created God?
Aren’t you aware that you are
belied by your own eyes?
Why do you probe why the woman
only is gifted to carry the child
and not the man, why? Why? why?
Why is that that a child is born not
of one single entity, but of union
of man and woman, be it regal wedding,
marriage legalized, or accidental
Collocation or total surrender?
why the sun rises in the East,
that sets in the West,
the ‘why’ of many things is not
your concern, oh! Man, beware.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Every drop of blood--

Every drop of blood ---


With every drop of blood shed,
be it from the black or white skin,
or red Indian or mixed race,
what is spilt is not the vegetation
consumed by or the animal flesh
raw or cooked, pounded or fried
fish or chicken assimilated into
colored essence or what we call blood,
with every drop of blood shed is
the milk of mother’s cared affection,
flowing into thews and sinews
carrying the ancestral heritage.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Nothing is more gruesome than---

Nothing is more gruesome


Nothing is more gruesome
than to get the message try and try,
to make your life insipid,
nothing is more appalling,
than to be powerless before
the stark villainy masquerading
that overpowers the reason,
nothing is more horrendous
than to see the truth hidden
and allowing things to happen,
nothing is more torturing than
to be a slave in your own roof,
the concubine of your husband
reigning like a queen,
nothing is more painful than
to have the belated revelation
that you were beguiled
in the past, for ulterior motives,
After all nothing is more sinful
That God and God sent is the
butt of ridicule and victim of
man’s treason and treachery.

Walking in the rain---

Walking in the rain…..
As I was walking in the rain,
holding the umbrella with one hand,
umbrella tilting and twitching,
When the other hand a bunch of books,
my treasure, my livelihood and my
bread bereft of which my existence
would have become a meager
no better treatment than an ant,
I feel the sprinkles of rain water
on my face as if to rejuvenate my
spirits lost and forlorn, taking me
to the days of English summer,
a lily by the pond, nods as if to
preach the nuances of life,
like the belching cow should you
look back in anger the harsh realities
around you, just as you trample
upon the decayed leaves and peel
of oranges and tomatoes thrown,
tightening the grip of books,
lest they should become one with them,
I climb up, up the staircase,
back to my study, back to my reading room.