Opaque
Your theatre,
Theatre opens it,
Opens it,
You dressing,
Dressing under
The curtain,
The curtain
Dressing,
Powdering and creaming
Before the mirror
And in dazzling costumes
And make-ups,
You to take to the stage,
Light falling upon,
The dress embroidered
And bespangled,
Light falling and scattering
Just as the twinkles
Of the stars,
But your audience drunk,
Drunk in full
Unable to stand
And you,
You by them
Dealing with,
Handling,
Handling them!
Miltonic in spirit,Transcendental, cosmic in spirit,But fusing in bothThe orient and the occult,Eastern and Western,Poetry born out of sadhna,The rishi’s love as poetry,Poetry Love Divine.
The sycophants and courtiers,The bards too lost in eulogizing.None took the pains to record in history, historiography and museumology,None posed to be a curator,A history-writer writing the history of man and the world,A historiographer.The pains of taming and training wild elephants,None strove to know it,The art of keeping, looking after the gigantic animals,Like the huge…
Bullet train hai,Bullet train hai,Chad ke to dekho magarPhir kahana?Big Brother,Which train is it,Bullet train is it,Bullet train is it,Have a ride firstThen say you something about it?
Ghumtawalli,Entering the classroomOf Gender StudiesFrom the back doorSecretly, stealthilyTo seeHow their life is filmedIn foreign countries?
What it is in my heartIf ask you,Ask you aboutThe hurts and wounds,Hurts and wounds,Making remembered ofPains and aches,Pitfalls and stumbles uponMet in love.
Brother and sisterComing and stopping by the houseAsking for eatables indirectly.Father and mother by the roadway sidesNear the houses,Brother and sister playing,Jumping to the wallAnd hanging by,Plucking leaves.The father like the sardar,The big boss,The aged mother too a little bit of,But sister and brother oglingStrangelySomewhat shy and coy too in accepting.Bananas, biscuits, loaves of bread,After…
