Friday, June 26, 2009

It is enigmatic that---

It is enigmatic that---
I try to read the mystery
or of enigma , of his ,
moorings and ambivalence,
when sun and moon
follow a path of routine,
UnStultifying and undeviating;
he questions , quirks,
he distorts and abuses
to his convenience,
to his delectable advantage
the repetitive ,the time-honoured
Scriptural norms of tested
attested experiences,
This feline ,sly attributes ,
sticky, clammy attitudes
are bugging the
enviroronment,
Aquarium tub is emptied,
Canal is dry;
thrombotic block of
his thinking goes on.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Melange of thoughts

Melange of thoughts
I sit on the vast green lawn, browsing Ginsberg,
The aroma of of greenery, the smell of wet moisture
the murk of wet soil inviting your poetic sense of
perception, what a fine breath the air permeates with!
Nearby the terracotta with its uprooted grass ,its stickiness
lying exposed upwards, unwilling to die, to dry up,
Whiff of sudden wind blows the fluffy dandelion,
Only the gauzy is driven off , the flower stands on,
a melange of thoughts come up,
why this life? why this breadth? Where are those
familiar faces? where are those souls wandering?
Where are those afflicted whose life full of
torture, because of diabolic devils , intruders?
I am a karma yogi ,those unanswered questions
linger on ; like the blood oozing from wound cuts,
in the process of healing up, from wireless nearby,
I listen to warnings of landslide, storm, torpedo,
ants line on innocently, sparrows close by peck
grains, both unaware could be danger
and destruction, extinction from human heart too.


Saturday, June 20, 2009

Nothing is new

Nothing is new
Like the gyrating wheel
loosened slowly, cog less,
rotating towards a point
of slope, inner rhythm sings,
weaves a melody of malady
of times, dark times;
tuned into a cacophony
of dark ages, sin and salacious
Predicament in hooded veil,
facades in multiples thronging
around me, the stentorian
church bell ringing around me
the violated ethos of Yuga
Dharma, how can you expect
Otherwise? My mind re reads
Lady Macbeth, Sampson and Delilah,
close by somebody preaches
Environmental hazards.

Friday, June 19, 2009

He wa s like a sea horse

He was like a sea -horse
He was like a sea horse
rearing in his pouch of care,
mothering , fathering weathering many,
now paces his steps with a walking stick,
the jubilant kids clap, clap clap
in tune with his stick, the third leg ,of his,
the old aunt just gets up
from the noon siesta ,yawning
to gossip and filter the frequented
surroundings in her efficient
proficient rating list,
the hot tea smoke embers
from the china cup , mix
and merge in the air from
the spicy culinary kitchen,
I taste the cardamom
In my first sip and drink,
I transcribe my heavy heart
Into the blank pages, the
Past relives in the present,
All that closeness
Is not close and good,
Only a pretended smug,
The old sea horse
Passes by,repeats the
rhythm, believe in the God
who believes in you.


Thursday, June 18, 2009

Usefulness decries

USEFULNESS DECRIES
It is the gossamer like
Spreading around me
now gaining rocklike
solidarity questioning all
what is the useful ness,
the donkey carrying your
burden of used stuff in
uncouth bundles doesn’t
boomerang the
fetish question,
the mighty sun and moon
and the stars don’t
insist on your usefulness,
yet, your scientific brain
craves for solar energy
lunar coolness and oceanic
energy, you need to
go for a synergy.



Friday, June 12, 2009

The note book of a three year old--

The note book of a three year old

The one fourth blankness is like
Islands in a map , three fourths
multicolour, drawn by sketches,
scribbling, lines criss cross,
ebullient sketches from
the tender, fast egalitarian hands,
a casual, glitters,
all my efforts, concentration
to draw a tortoise from the wall
lurks into nothing, a sheer waste
of my time and effort,
I crush my page to trash .

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Thoughts

What thinking can be in
the minds of those lying
bewildered, under the
lulling spell of tranquilisers,
their thoughts already tranquilised?
Can those drunken driving,
wounded in the hospital
have new thoughts of
redress and redemption?
The cute child she herself
being a doll ,beautiful,
A doll ,fluffy in her white
frock lolling in the chair,
with her made in china dolls,
what more thoughts she
will have other than combing
the hair of the toy,
wanting to have more
and more toys in her
toy kingdom,
while the grownups
nourish thoughts unrestricted
in the tiny cerebrum,
a tiny restricted area.


Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Cycle of faith

Cycle of faith
Sit in the cart of unstinted devotion,
Wheeled by the rotating axis of
Interminable faith,
touching the ground of
stones and pebbles of sadness
and despondency occasionally
scarring you, or perennial itch
of anger and envy corroding you,
let the faith drive you on,
in the cycle of faith,
let not the summer of
sweat and toil of faith
sulk you to an impoverished
corner of tedium,
allow the Spring of Faith
to blossom into new flowers,
but you autumnal sheds
and cold wintry deaths
of doubts and agnostic ,
only impasse for you!




Wednesday, June 03, 2009

it is a child's play

Her cute, dexterous, nail polished
fingers fold, unfold ,the flimsy
white papers into corners,
open again draw the edges,
open again to paint some figure,
her scissors ply even,
in her cutting there is
evenness and subtlety
poor girl, does not realize
she is cutting her grandma.