Magar uthaneiwalle bahut kam,
Jaraa socho
Tumharei parivaar ko kaun dekhegaa
Agar tumko kucch ho jaata hai.
Do not drink wine, my friend,
There are many to make you drink
But who to lift and raise you,
Just think you
What will it happen to your family
If something happens to you?
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The ramshackle buses from Bihar, U.P., M.P., Haryana and others
The place where King Bhagirath did the penanceAs for absolving, salvagingThe hundreds of sons of Sagar,Daring the chill of the wind and winter,Braving it all the oddsThat come on the way.The old-old, aged-aged people from the adjacent or distantGoing to the Sagar islandsAs for a dip in the sea,With some pious purpose,For a pious dip,But…
Is it a poem about Lucy
Or, about innocent love,A girl who lived unknown,Died unknownJust like a wild blossom?
Culture is something that you
Culture is something inbornAnd hereditary.
God, if You had to make the world,
God, Your Plan of Things,Scheme of Things, what to say about?The leopard, the hyena, the tusker,The hooded and hissing cobra and the deadly and fatal viper,Why did You, why did You, God?
To paint the eyes of Bhagabati
Or the scroll sheetOr to cast in metalsToo is a priceless art,Not less than the poetry of the poets.
Everywhere there is a cry for the quenching of thirst,
The crows crowing,Moving here and there,Flying for food and waterIn the countryside nondescript villageOf a few mud-built housesWhile the pinda-dana ceremony going on,The ritual in full swing,The karta doing lriya-karma,The purohita making him do,Asking for dana and dakshina,Clothes, beddings, cot, slippers, umbrella,Cereals, utensils, umbrella, fan and other,But the crows crowing on the either side,Crowing for…
Buri baat,
Daru mat piyo, yaar.
Do not drink daru, friend,
It is bad to drink daru,
It is very bad,
Do not drink daru, friend.
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A golden statue
Historical and oldInto the hands of mine,What am I,Am I seeing, God?Found from the rubbleAnd debris ofThe falling temples,The temples dilapidating and oldDating back to an ageGone byOf yore.
O, gypsy,
How much,How much does it,Does it cost it,You give me,Give meThe statue,The statue of Ganesha,You are,You are holdingIn your handsAnd going,Going to sell,Sell,O, gypsy,Gypsy girl,Give me,Give meYour Ganesha,Your Ganesha to me,To me?
They often ask me, but what to say to them,
As have you,As have I.Love is love,You feeling within,I feeling within,Love or you, love for me.Love is no doubt pure and undefiled,Sacred and sacrosanct,But we let it not to be,As weaken we the strength of it.Love is a thing of the heartBut who loves the heart,As we like to love the body,Not the soul.See the…
After or behind the physics,
That I want to know?What the physics of physics,How to discuss itIf that portion is unknown?What it is mass, what it is matter,How the shape of the things?What it lasts here,What is it that stays it here?How time, the creational time,The origin of the universe?How the space, the vacuumLurking around,The horizons seem to be touchingThe…
Indian Babaji
Smoking in ganjaWith the shisyaIn his hut.
I saw Shiva in the padmashana
And lost in meditationWith the damru, the kamandala,The trisulaAnd meditatingLike a yogi.,A sadhu,A fakira.Neelkantha,Mahadeva,Shiv-ShankaraWith the snakeRounded aroundThe blue neck,Sitting in a yogic postureAnd meditatingWith the crescentOn the foreheadAnd the three ash-lines.The Ganges flowingFrom his matted locks,Lost in his sadhnaMeditatingWith the Third Eye,Losing with the musical murmurOf the flowing watersSo rapt in dhyanaAnd with the rudraksha…