ON MAYA gruelling..

        ON  MAYA gruelling..

I    slowly begin  to  refresh,

 read   the   quick  moving  present

for each  day is  a  nonstop  roller coaster,

in   the   blank  page   of  the  past,

I    traverse    the  path,

blanketed   NOT     by   the  jamboree

but   by  the  gruelling  Maya,

a  horrendous , selfish  environment

 a subtle  intricate  monster

admonishes me, checks me

you have  to  internalize,

Epicurean   stares   from    distance,

I seek   my  way.

When Adam delved......

         When  Adam  delved.........

When  Adam  delved, Eve  span,

Malefic  Satan  came to  sham,

Satan  spied, Eve yielded,

Evinced   Adam , both transgressed

So  mankind was born:

But  then  Satan  came  along,

Faithful  in every  era to  question

To nullify  the  purpose  of   Incarnation,

to  argue, to counteract, to tarnish:

queued  to  swell those in  quandary,

 possibly  to be dethroned to  the

eternal  realm  of devious   dormitory

for   there  bound  to be  No

Call of  Awakening   for   those   adamant. 

A moment in a solitary corner

             A  moment in a solitary corner 

      I recall   my grandmother’s  cow

MM---AAA-----AAAA----S, in her own  garden

Labour  for her,  also the consequential  labour

For my grand ma, tending, caring, cleaning,

Innocent  calf  falls  to the ground,

Tether  and crowbar witness  gleefully.

For   many  a  human, helpless,   I foresee,

Why  this  Birth? Why this  birthing?

Why   take  a  Bath or holy  dip?

As  for  those  deliberate   inhuman,

Callously  dipping in  vials of sin,

Is  it  absolving  karma   or  abrogating

Dharma , insignificant moments of 

Foraying  into the otherness of existence.

A  church  bell  peals out ,disturbing   silence,

It  is  also  part  of  Karma,

Karma   admonishes   

You  cannot   banish me, bear  with me.

X poem: The old woman's pondering

   Xmas  poem :  The old  woman’s pondering

When  the   November’s pall of gloom

Is  just  receding,   the  sheets  of  water

On the  streets   like  the  massive  orgy

  flowing, overflowing , a  force,  a    fear ,  repellent

much  the chagrin, panic   of the   hut   dwellers,

farmers, the   Golden  boughs of  December wave,

 the glimmering  Hope  of  Christmas   beckons

around us , the  glow  of   bulbs on the

Christmas Trees, the plums, and cakes:

Yonder   a  slender  woman   wears  a 

   Diamond     of   strong  determined  will  

Of  Charity ,looking  at  the  bright  stars,

Stormy  arguments under  control,

Why this mindless  hoarding   of  currency?

Pondering  how long  will  the  Soul  take

 to  reach  those stars,  are  the stars  only

the  destination? are   there   any  more 

sequestered    boundaries?  How  many

 would  have     died   of   starvation?

How   many  hankering   after  of   hungry

miles ,   a   voiceless  query? She  is not

able to  attain  a   limpid  solution:

Jesus   or  some  Incarnation   or  incantation

Santa claus  arriving  soon  ,hopefully

She  continues  her mission under

The   Christmas tree.

Nuggets of November

               Nuggets   of November

I   peep   through  the  half  visible,

 Transparent   glass   shutters,

 besmeared  by  water  drops, 

the  perverted  gloom  gathers

like   pell mell   infecting walls   and  roofs,

Now  it is  November, partly raining,

Partly  the  thunderous   clouds  spark ,

 The  usual  calm  blue   hiding  behind,

 The  crackers  in the wet  soil  benumbed,

don’t  burst,  lie   idle on the ground,

much   to the  chagrin   of the   kids,

some  crackers slowly  catching 

  burst  half,   drop   helpless,

I   read,   behind  some  embers

  of     subdued    glow and   spark,

 there is  no   spark

 but   pretentitious   ire  or  cow down,

 or    corrugated  mood,

 behind   some ,   the  mourning, the

  dead   in the    coffin   iced,

 there  is  the warm   calculus  of

coffer , the  value of  mosaic

newly  constructed,

the  box  moves,  but   man

with  the  calculator  , refuses

stuck  to  the  tiled  floor,

looking  up  at the  vault,

 how  to  reach  IT.

Here in sombre October......

                       Here  in  sombre   October 

             Bonfire  glows,  ghost  stories  run,  Halloween

              waves  the  other  side  of  the globe,

               here  in  sombre  October, when  leaves

           abandon  their tawny  shreds, many  claim

           to  recompense  their  lost   youthful  exuberance,

           picking  up  their leaves  or pastel  shades ,

            a   fresh  brew  in the log of fire,

             many  a  walking  goes on  with

           ambitions  on the   crumbled,broken    leaves,  

            a    twaddler  comes, somebody’s daughter,

            somebody’s  bother,  who knows

            A  Mother  Theresa  or  Mona  Lisa

            In the offing,  She   moves on.

            The  leaves  rustle   and    rue.