Bapu,

Bond of maya,Maya-moha?The bond of maya,Maya-moha,How to break it,Break it?

ChandramukhiJust like a white jasmine.

What have youAfter taking wineAnd that too without taking food,Day and night,Cheaper country liquor,Not one time,But all times,Even in the empty stomach?The lips appear they burnt and white,The reaction of the spirits that I can see,The liver functioning it not wellAnd the doctor too has given you the warningAnd it is going to be the…

Never, never say you,Say you,Goodbye!Even if say youSadly or smilinglyAs none can say aboutThe path of lifeAnd I shall try my bestTo be back to you.Never, never say you,Say you, goodbye,Never, never, say you,Say you, goodbyeSadly or smilingly!

The Indian poets calling themselves great poets,Poets and poetessesNot of India, but of England, America and Canada.God, lo, they are coming,Coming to attend a seminarWith papers into their handsTo read,Let me,Let me hide inOr you save me God.God, save me, save me from Indian English poets,If one calling oneself a Wordsworth another Keats,If one Byron…

The making of a poet,I want to take it up,How did he come to be a poet?The making of a poet, I want to deal with and deliberate upon,Be he a singer of heart or a painter of words,A photographer or an imagist,A linguist or a modernist,A stylist or a breaker.In the past, the bards…

Showing the tamasha.The Indian bandarwallahShowing the tamashaWith the rhesus monkeys.Indian rhesus monkeys,Short, small and red-mouthed,But brown-haired.The monkeyman,The monkey showmanShowing the tamasha.The Indian bandarman,Showing the tamasha,The spectacle.With the Indian bandars,The rhesus monkeys,Red-mouthed and small.A street playWhich but you too willAdmire and appreciate it.When see you the bandarsStanding and going,Going to marry.Made to act,One in the ragged…

Said own,Everything but went off,Turned intoJust the asthi-kalasha lay it hangingBy the peepul treeOn the river-bankWith the navel and the ashesTo be immersed into the holy watersAnd thereafter started the process of pinda-dana,As for the shantih of the bereaved soul,The spirit flown off,The maya’s body still breaking,Memories and reminiscences making them break downTo feel what…

Do you know,They are seven,Seven in number?Avarice shown by a toad,Envy by a snake,Wrath by a lion,Sloth by a snail,Gluttony by a pig,Lust by a goat,Pride by a peacock.Are they seven sins,Seven deadly sisters,Catholic sistersAllegorical?But still now the thingsAre not clear,Need more explanations.

And drink you in full!But do you get fromBottles,Bottles of wine?You falling on the roads,Meeting with accidentsAnd your friends, givers not with!Bottle man,Life not bottlesAnd if lie you fallen who will?What can wine give to,Drunkenness,Intoxication?Take you, but within limit,Keeping yourself underThinking about you wife and children!Drunkard, none will our familyNeither your friendsNor the wine-sellers!Everybody likes…

For whom, whomAre you committing robbery,Looting the wayfarers?You go, goAnd ask you,For whom, for whom,Are you committing sins,Whose, whose sin will it be,Go, go and ask youYour family, your son, your wife?

How mad am I in your love?The world seems to be a photograph of yoursAnd you standing before me,I portraying youAnd you sitting as an art-model before meTo sketch, paint and portray.How mad am I in your love,How mad am I after youThat keep I thinking about you all the time,Fail I to forget you?Only…

Psychological impactAnd traumaThat you gotWhen your father ended himselfWith your mother,How lonely had you been,I feel it,Feel it,Aiken,Your rearing byYour great aunt,HearingSilent Torrents of love,Sonata in Pathos in a singsong tone,Innocence with the turmoil within,Exile with the ghosts of leaf,Haunted Chambers with the music of brooding,Melody In A Restaurant with the cigarSmoking and swirling.

People saying it’s no less than a matter of jokeThat he really a great son of the soil.The villagerly people, a mass of illiterates, fools and rusticsDebating and discussingHe has really brought glory and fameTo the nondescript villageThat a son of the soil went to Harvard as for lecturingBefore the expertsAnd how did they hear…

I do not,Do not black money, sir.But the fine you getFrom the ticketless passengersYou deposit it in the bank,Enter you not in your name.

Even if you are not a cine star or artiste,A drama school boy or girl,But will become,Just go and see your faceIn the mirrorWearing the dark sunglasses.A fantastic hero,People handshaking with you.

History of Man.