Grinding the leaves and taking the roll
With sugar
And smiling to his full
Without rhyme or reason
And his mind delving far, flying into the skies
With the stars,
Not on earth,
The eyes abnormally red
And he talking nonsense.
Everything but dulled to the core,
The brain not working
But he calling it Shiva’s buti, a herbal thing.
Similar Posts
I do not understand,
Who a rock star,Who a jazz star?Somebody says itThat he a disco jockey,A DJ man,But I know it not,What am I?What star am IAfter all?
Om,
Hari-Hari,Om,Har Om,Har-Hari.Om,Hari Om,Close the eyesAnd meditate you,It will give youMental peace.
The conspiracies of history,
Of politics and time,Marked he, felt heWhat it wentIn the making of the nation.The plots and trickery of politicsHe felt itWhen it was being hatched,He heard it from the whispersOf the wind, the walls,From the motherly womb as Saleem Sinai,The rest you can feel it yourself,Need not explain it.As a midnight children, he saw it…
The Bhutias,
Saw them notAnd since my childhoodHave been,Specially my father used to sayBut deliberated it notWhen want I know it moreGoing beyondOr even travelling byBut the curiosity ended it not.The Bhutias,Bhutia people,Their history, culture,Society,Know I it not,Their ritual and ritesAnd practices,Cuisine and food habit.Their tongue, languageSikkimeseCloser to Tibetan and Dzongkha,Belongiong toNyingma and Kagyu schoolsOf Tibetan Buddhism,The…
She was sobbing and sighing
Do you love me, do love me?Sobbing and sighingAnd asking she wailfully,Do you love me, love me?So pathetic was it to see, so painful was it to view,But who make it understand the foolish heartThat true love is rare, rarer so much?But instead of, she went on crying,The handkerchief of hers wet with,A girl in…
After the death of my father,
All of a suddenNoticing a poisonous, deadly kraitInto the roomAt the dead of night,The snake with the red slick tongueWas licking,Branded and coal black,Coal tar black viperAnd after seeing itWhile switching on the lightHair stood on,The krait,The big krait shining blackAnd so horrible,Oh, terrible indeedAnd we calling,Calling to kill it!