Felix Randal ( after Guardian)

 

Felix Randal

 

Farrier, farrier, his face comes to mind

Persistent, but now he is dead, he is Felix

Randal,  pining till untimely death

Snatched  him away; handsome quality

not merely dangerously attractive but also

more deadly than death itself;

he was also sick and ailing, priest in him

and man in him also  acted, propelled him

to further move. The empathy in one

always yields some thing ponderable,

here the same; those days boisterous,

bold, on horse, with the horse, mending

and tending, he  recalls again and again;

he is flying high, the otherness in him speaks.

 

 

Welcoming the newborn

 

 

Welcoming the newborn

 

In the busy throb of city

In the simmering hot sun

riding  after hearing good news

a baby born after labor

tender  after ten months full bloom;

mother unaware of surroundings

 for resting after labor, nurse

showing all care and love,

me the father cherishing affection

for my love, my blood  and boon;

 this blessed  and blissful moment

I run to hug, and plan for future

For impatience to see the lovely

Running along unchecked .

God’s Gift to propagate my

Progeny, my  belief  and  lineage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ancestors ( after Guardian)

 

 

The Ancestors ( after  Guardian)

 

Apart from idol worship,

another  unique form of worship

propagated  traditionally  is our

ancestors worshipping as their

cultural symbols – cocks, cows,

goats and crows  and parrots of all

singing songs  pouring a  melody

to propitiate all evils  in most homes;

sometimes, even rituals as offerings

of killings or sacrifices – common

belief transmitted from believing

ancestors to posterity even today;

 

tomorrow is uncertain for cocks and

bulls and   parrots for strewn feathers

 everywhere, other side of worship

by some raw brutal act still in vogue.

On the grass, on the mound, on the ground

Their play a delectable pleasure dancing

To the tunes of Carols and choir bells.

Our  ancestors  and their voices,

Long time a child ( after Guardian)

Long time a  child ( after Guardian)

Pure innocence and blissful solitude

In the sleepy state of not aware

Of all happenings in surroundings;

My  childhood state  and our childhood

State  as revealed by our mothers

and as  ordained  by God coming

along with shruti or creation.

Innocent smile in our sleepy state:

What passes in child’s mind

Even mother cannot  judge  or guess

for such is the state of childhood;

Look back into those years!

aroma  and growth into maturity,

how many responsible around

in rearing me and my being, my aging

my school and play nurturing me

into wisdom life is a field of games,

testing games; lost the life that

I never fully aimed, still in my

Old age, my youth   and childhood

Lives, clapping my hands of joy

Of rejuvenation of bygone days.

If I were to meet ( after Guardian)

If I were   to meet ( after  Guardian)

If I were to meet the ghost

of my childhood days,

If I were to meet the days

of  crucial  formative shape 

significantly carved in memory

I would recall the small humble

dwelling of shaky roofs  and

watery leaks through pores

of walled falling intermittent

when food in dented vessels

and rationed water our forte;

afternoon resting under shady

nooks   and palm trees    clustered

with hanging branches of breeze;

by the mango fruits tasty but

forbidden by the guards ever vigilant.

How much of dangers and fire accidents

How running fast to miss the train

Leaving behind her  and how those

Starry skys   were amazing and even

Now the same; I grew  up into a world

Of business  and money only wherein

Everything is commercialized, slowly

Making  her aware of limitations,

Now her loneliness,  takes her into aloneness

Viewing the world from afar.