Flapping their wings
To return to their nests
As for the storm gathering
And the clouds darkened,
The rains to come at eve.
Migrant Workers
On the return journey
Going as pedestrians
On a padayatra
To cover a long distance
Staggered during the lockdown,
How to reach home
Enduring the travel sore
Bereft of money and food
And also without the conveyance?
The Aliens
Where do they
Come from,
The aliens
From Mars
Or elsewhere,
The UFOs?
The bulky-bodiedSturdy beast,Robust and hurly-burlyWith the hairs hangingFrom the neck,GrowlingAnd glowing-eyedStraightened intoFerocious and furious,Bloody and heinous.How the face,How the imagery,How the picture,It resting, resting beneath,The lion,Lion big and burly,Sturdy and mightyReady to attackAnd drag!
Keep you,Hey, keep youSinging,SingingThe song,Song of love,My,My heart,Keep,Keep you,Singing,My heart,Heart!
The statues in sculptures and artifacts,Art-models and the inspiration behind the source of reckoning,Dating back toAn age, era gone by,To the days of yore and antiquityTo look back in wonder.Shiva statues, art-models into the museums,Beaming with,Radiating from,The curators viewing in astonishment,Nataraja Shiva,Shiva as a nata, a dancer,The Lord, King of the dancers.A yogi, a fakira,…
The poor ragged man as the singer of Rama is before you to peruse and pursue if there is something readable in it and if not, you dump it elsewhere taking it to be rubbish as I have nothing to claim nor can I say it with firmness that I have really written it something…
Calling.A small KartikeyaLying under the open skiesYou let me in, father.Who, who you areFather in a dream babbling?I am a small, small KartikeyaLying under the open skies.Am shivering, shivering with sold,Please, please let me in,Father, father.Who, who,Who is it callingAwoken from the dream?But to surprise, the gentleman seeingA small Kartikeya idolLying near the gate.Calling, father,…
Dekho magar pyar se,See but with love.
