How to say it,
Say it?
And if I,
Whom to say,
Whom to say
Sadness,
My sadness to?
To whom,
To whom,
God,
My God?
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The mole-like, rat-like
With a pointed muzzleAnd a typical tailPassing through the bushesSaw I all of a suddencrossing over the road,The mongoose,Wild mongoose.
In search of,
Shivoaham shivoaham shivoaham,Shivoaham shivoaham shivoaham,Where have I,Have IIn search of,In search of Shiva,Shiva, Shiva,Shiva, Shiva,Shiva I, Shiva I,I Shiva, Shiva,Satyam shivam sundaram,Satyam shivam sundaram,Satyam shivam, shivam sundaram,Sundaram satyam, satyam shivam,But the world real, down to crude realities,Crude realities of life?
Vyangyokti and vakrokti,
Of poet A.K.Ramanujan,Statements tauntingly and twistedThe feats of the poet,We mean the forte,To do the vyangyaAnd to use vakrokti.
How old is this earth,
The creation,Man’s life?How old is the earth,Man’s lifeAnd the world?
Poetry, the poetry of the dark daughter write I,
Supernatural, nocturnal, religious,Sociological, aboriginal,Sculptural, architectural, museumological,Earthly, metaphysical,Feminine, humanistic, liberal,Artistic and sympatheticWrite I,About her being a girl-childLeft in the temple campusTo be a devadasi, a sevadasiOr a nautch girl.The poetry, poetry of the dark daughter write I,How did she come to the temple premises,Who plotted for her coming,The middle men and the brokers search ITo identify…
Mr.Burkhawalli too taking
Of hers,I mean their selfies,My God!
Angry,
Resentful;
Of a young woman’s hair and a young man’s struggle!
And i thought that you love me but you rather hurt me.
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Let me look at your dam of love and,
But Zebulun nows when to visit it and,i will always expect other visitors as well.
It was in the WC and,
Because, that was the last one left for you;And without it you cannot survive.Look around and search your pockets,For the only one left for you to survive fell into the WC!And i was there on time;For i took it out to save you.
You humiliated me before your people and now,
But you can’t eat your cake and have it.
Xola is your name so sweet,
But you need your peers to expose your abilities,Because it is only the fool who sees the earthworm and calls it a snake!If you are once bitten by a snake,You will always be afraid of the earthworm around you;However you will live longer if you are less stressed,So let us get together on this thing…
I am Gidisu and,
So you cannot hide from me any longer!For you are so beautiful to me.
The dead are raised up and many are shocked!
So come and let me show you the lepers who are cleansed.The lame do walk and the deaf do hear,But now the day is almost over on this love that muses;For the water bottles of the heavens are lying under the lotus trees.Life is like the boiling pot on the fire and,To pull out Babylon…
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With a tinge
Of sweet-sad Sandalwood,
And the sound of
‘I don’t care’.
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Strange, original,
Very green with many thorns,Desert Dwellers from some other planet?Above all, with naked hands,Don’t scan it!
Nautilus,
Bodies of waters that share,Adventure and Mystery,Of the bold, those that dare,Discovery,Sailing,Not one but all Seas.Nautilus,Sailing the Sea,For the poet,The oceans are beloved,Endless,Sources of Poetry.
I am from everywhere and nowhere,
Man is a raving idiot,Always singing his destructive song,Knowing that all remains the same,Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow,All you get to change is the name,Of what you think is sorrow
It feels so good,
That brings, such peaceSuch equanimity,The mind does straySo far away,This lovely feeling,Takes awayThe somber cares,Of day to dayAnd fills the heartWith joyful chantFor peace is Poetry’s,Great grant.
We humans
And untrustworthy animals,We get along better with our beloved dogsThan we ever will, with each other,Pretty sad, isn’t it, brother?
I have loved you in the silence,
And I’ve loved you in the secret,Hidden cave of my delight,And I never, never told you,But you never, never, asked,Why whenever I would hold you,Time just didn’t seem to last,For there was no painful present,And no memories of the past,And the only thing that mattered,Was that you were mine, at last.