Writing in English
Of his exile and sojourn
In Leeds
As for studies
And settlement,
But comes to terms not
Alienated from his ethos
And the roots of nativity
Suffering from identity crisis
Or call it quest for identity.
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Robert Frost, your romantic pastoralism,
Leading to the farmhouse withThe galloping horse passing throughThe forest track,Snows falling,You with the saddled horseGoing on horsebackMarking the beauty and mystery,Silence of the woods,The evening falling,Darkening it all,Looming aroundAnd you pausing by,Pausing and passingMarking the evefallWith the temptation of viewingAnd the pull back of loyalty calling,Robert, Robert Frost!
You pluck me
Through whichGo it the martyrs, patriots,Nationalists!You pluck me, gardenerAnd throw awayTo be strewn withThrough which cross itThe soldiers laying heir headAt the altar of the motherland!You pluck me, gardenerNot to be forInto the hands of loversOr into the hair braidBedecking itOr flowers offered to gods!But for the martyrs,Nationalists and patriotsWho cross the waysTo lay their…
Before
I shall give youAn antique statueOf Radha and KrishnaFound fromThe fallen columns and pillarOf the older templesMade from lime clay and small-small bricks.
One evening, be sure of it, I shall go away
One evening,Come that evening.One eveningI shall go away, I shall go awayAnd you will feel heavy for that,But what that can I do,What can you,Except being sad and lonely?If possible, remember me, remember me sometimesBut I have nothing as that to recall and rememberAs I shall be dead and gone away, my friend.
Where to go to
In Assam?Kamrupa,Kamakhya,How weird the names are,How bizarreAnd tantrical?Since my childhoodI have been hearing,Kamrupa,Kamrupa-Kamakhya,Assam’s Kamrupa-Kamakhya,The tantra spot, the shakti pithaOf the tantricas,Tantra sadhna, siddhi.Of the yoni cult,The lingam-yoni cult,The place where the yoniSeems to have fallenWhen Shiva mad after the deathOf his spouseHad been wandering,Doing tandavaAnd Vishnu cut the body with his chakraTo lighten the load…
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A girl bride,Giving expectation and hope to the eyes of hers,Why did you propose beforeAnd why did you marry her,If you had not to abide by sansar-dharma,Worldliness,If you had to be a karmayogin,A yogi of Pondicherry?Maharshi, you may be a great propounder of yoga and philosophy,Transformational yoga,But say you about,What it would have gone upon…