I can feel it
Now
What
The horoscope-makers,
Astrologers,
Soothsayers,
Oracle-makers,
Pundits
Did to you,
You
What the middlemen,
Courtiers,
Florists
Did to you,
You,
Devadasi?
Your pain,
Your pain,
Devadasi,
Devadasi,
What they
Did to you,
You,
How,
How did they
Take you
To the temple campus?
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One midnight
Found I not my motherBut her asthi-kalasha.The asthi-kalasha of my mother,One midnightWhen I opened the door.I did not, did not find her,But the kalashaHanging by the pole.Spell-bound, spell-boundAnd speechlessStood I bySeeing the urn.The earthen pitcher-like small urnOf my motherContaining in the ashes.The earthen pitcher-like small urnOf my motherContaining in the ashes.One midnightWhen I opened the…
Kalpurusha, say you,
The earthAnd life on it!When everything resorts to decay,But you willAs time obdurate and stubborn.Man will keep blanketing their dead,But you will go markingThe dead bodies out of the homes.Just marking all these from the hilly rivulet bank,Man burning their deadAnd the body turning to ashes and coals.Just by being from the shady peepul and…
Today’s is a world of rhymers, poetastsers and petty poets,
Calling themselves poets,Small poets too not,Great poets,I mean the great poets of IndiaBut many a man have I seen,Many a scholarWho used to write beautifullyBut never called themselves poetsAs scholars they were no doubt,What does it make a differenceIf the edolence of the flowerPraised or not.
All you need,
A good commentator,A commentator of poetryCommenting to open the eyes,To inspire and instillHope and joy,A ray of optimismThrough his comments,Comments made or put forward,A commentator,A commentator of poetryAll you need,All we need.
The bluish inky water lily
At mornWith the dewdrops splashed over.
Bharat bandh,
Hartal.India closed,Wheels jammed,Strike.
I can feel it
Now
What
The horoscope-makers,
Astrologers,
Soothsayers,
Oracle-makers,
Pundits
Did to you,
You
What the middlemen,
Courtiers,
Florists
Did to you,
You,
Devadasi?
Your pain,
Your pain,
Devadasi,
Devadasi,
What they
Did to you,
You,
How,
How did they
Take you
To the temple campus?
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My burkhawalli bibi,
Of yoursLie I hereinStandingUnder the clouded skiesThe fair moonHiding under the patches of clouds.
What sort of poetry is it,
Contemporary Indian poetryWhose base is inThe exchange of mutual admiration?I calling you great,You calling me greatAnd we are all the great men of India,But greatness is not in the ego of the personality,It is in being polite and mannered,It is in simplicity,It is in goodness and nobility,It is in innocence and ignorance,Who knows what unassesed…
America is America,
Free cultureMaking it racial, ethnic and medieval.
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
That too not with goatee beards,But with the French-cut beards,With a little bit of on the chin,Suited and bootedAnd in the coat and pants,Rushdie,Sir Salman Rushdie.A book for children, it is for Zafar,Whom he meets after tumultuous timeAnd tells about story-telling,The power of imaginationAs applied by Rashid in telling HarounAbout the gift of the gab,The…
Lallu and Kallu, two villagerly rustics
Going to BombayTo be film stars,Not the film starsBut to actAs villainsIn the Indian cinema.Lallu is red-faced,I mean looking brownand Kallu, mr.Blackie,Black-black,Everything but blackFrom his heart and soulAnd Lallu, Mr.Reddie tooNot less than.Lallu and Kallu two BiharisIn the gogglesGoing to bombayBy trainTo be villains.
The red kite flying,
Circling and circling over,How beautiful is itTo see the bird of preyHovering around,Encircling around!The red kiteSoaring on large wings,Unfolded,Scaling and soaring.