My love.
From the veil, you just guessed me, who could he be
And smiled you unknowingly,
Waved the hand hidingly for me,
Only for me, my love.
Just like a negative of the photo reel, saw I you,
Just like a negative of a photograph
Captured in the camera of my heart,
The film of the mind and its memory card.
Of my native tongueThen an English poetRather then calling me internationalInstead of national?Just after reading a few poems of mineAt some media conferenceOf a selected few,How can I call myself internationalThgough the people in IndiaKnow me not nationally?A tongue-twister’s English, know I not,Nor can I speak so fast initativelyJust like an Englishman,I am an Indian…
No life without Shiva-Shiva,Shiva-Shankara, Bhole-Shankara,No life without MahadevaWithout His Mercy DivineThe Lord who is MattedAnd in the attire of the yogi,Not a yogi or a sadhaka so ordinaryBut a Mahayogi and a Mahasadhaka,Nilkantha is His NameOne Whose Neck is BlueAnd coiled with poisonous snakes,One Who took poison during the churningOf the oceans,One from Whose Locks…
Whistling and humming,Singing very nasally,Very lovely in tuning?The girl I cannot see, but the song I can hearCarried by the wind,This eveningCold, snowy and misty,Just the loveful heart I can feel it.The girl in the dark singing a song so sweet in her tone,So golden in her voice,An English lilting beautifully,What to call her, that…
Lonely and manless.
Or made so?Daddy’s daughterSo attached and affectionate toHer daddy, daddy!
Adapted to the colder climesIcy and snowyWalking on the snow, ice,Digging for,Playing onAnd fighting withIs their life,Their habitat and behaviour.
