Chandalika

Slang and expression,Rhythm of speech,American wayFull of AmericanismsAnd Americanness.

May be good for youAs who knowsWhen will one come to one’s helpWhen all turn their faces away from you,Think of that time, situation and circumstance.I cannot call her a bad woman as she is not what you think aboutAs whom call we bad are not,Whom think we good are notBut the adverse ofWhat we…

With the anklets soundingStrange and bizarreWith the blood-laced tongueOut of the lipsHeld in shameAs for trampling SivaUnder feetAnd anger lessened.

And one can be, if there is somebody else to encourageAnd promote him.Without aspiring and yearning to be great, one cannot be,There must have been someoneWho inspired and supported him in his difficult times,someone who instead of highlighting himselfHighlighted himWhich but the great men hide itAs for calling themselves self-schooled and self-taught,Born great.

Without the after-thoughtCannot be acceptableAs the women arenot cattleTo be sold and purchased instantly.The bibi is not a gulamBut a human being,You must accept it.

After doing their Ph.Ds. onThe small-small things of Indian Englsih poetryStart calling themselves poets and critics, essayists and reviewers.Is it not a laughing matter that the small scholar registered on Indian poetryUnder a small ragged supervisor of substandard poetry,After doing his or her Ph.D. copiouslyCalling a glittering star of the firmamentOf the Indian Englsih poetry…

Mother turning into a skeletonAnd the eyes of the child sunken deep into.

I know it that there is none to look after my familyAfter this,You return the medals given by youIn presence of the falsely clapping media menAs weep I in isolation,Both of us, the bereaved spirit of mineAnd the broken soul of my wife!

Marking from above,Perched aroundTelling of life and human things,Human conditions and situations.At a very and lonely secluded placeLies it the Tower, the structure,The Tower of Silence,Overlooking man and his coloniesThat he has settled, inhabited,The areas around the Tower.The kites circling over, circling and circling,The vultures alighting aroundTo perch on sidewaysTo feed and fest,To cleanse the…

Of PakpatharUnder an exotic tree of a wild treeVermillioned,The storks speaking their tonguesAnd the place lonelyAmidst the fields and fallowsAnd the devotees aboriginalAnd the priest aboriginalPraying toAnd offering ganja, daru, sweetsAnd other thingsAs for a pujaAs for to get fulfilledAnd it sounds the drumAnd the flower fallingSymbolizing the fulfillmentOf the wishful prayerAnd he will have…

With the hands foldedTo the Dark ElementAnd brooding aboutNot sure ofSomething conjured uponThe mind’s plane.The Dark LegAnklettedStood beforeAnd thereafter the Dark Divine,The Dark Form of the Motherly Divine,Mother Kali in a Dark Form,The Dark Goddess,The Dark DivineTesting through supernatural presence.

As lie I in a college,But the inferior candidates at the varsityAre guidesAnd many are still doing Ph.D.,But are not,This is India,You see.Even after twenty years’ of intensive researchAnd poetry-writing,I am not a Ph.D. guideNor a poetAs my c.v. tells it not,Bluffs it not,My bio-profile I myself do notAs have not tidied up my chits…