History of Earth,

With youTo Spain,Madrid,Spanish girl?I know it notYour history,Art, society and culture,Spanish girl,Your love of life and the world.Will you,Will you take,Take meTo Spain,MadridTo show me,Show me life and the world?

Make me not a poetAgainIf make You in Your leisure timeAs to make a poetIs to waste time,The poet as an idle-seeking fellowWill keep writing poemsOblivious of the wife in tattered clothes,The son and daughterLiving clumsily,Playing in dust,What he had to spend on them,He would on his poetryAs for to be a poet,Which he may…

The Eternal Inspiration,The Maternal Power,Unknown, Unseen and Unknowable,Birthless and Undetermined!

And from her attitude she appears to be aggressiveAnd she has but coming into light and focusAs she has nothing to give but to resort toShouting, protesting and demonstrating.

Tik Tiok villain,All new stars,New entriesOf Bollywood not,Local starsWent globalGoingIn suit, boot and jeansOverpowdered, overcreamedAnd the scents sprayed overGoing,Going and people runningFor covers,Photos,Selfies,Mainly the loafersAnd the common public too,stars going,Film stars of Bombay not,But Tik Tok, Tik Tok starsWaving the hands at,Shaking hands, greeting peopleAnd friendsAs new film stars,Native,Deshi theatrical perosnae.

Unmindful of Indian ethos, myth, mysticism and historicityOf the land,My native landIts thought, tradition, philosophy,Religion, spirituality and metaphysics.A Bene-Israeli, one from the oil-pressers’ class,Nissim suffers from the acute identity crisis,People question his credentials,How far Indian is this Indian Jew,An Isreali or an Indian indeed,What the truth behind to reveal, peel off?A modern poet of the…

Taking always sharp turns and curves.

How many times have you toHow many girls?Is to love and leave on the footpath of lifeYour philosophy of life, gentleman?

The bees telling of the flower,Fragrance smacking ofAnd the ways taking me toHolding the hands.O, say you that you are,You are in love,The drizzling sunlight focussing upon,Sunnyness spread all round,The hills, dales, vales and rivers,They all, all have started calling,You are, yes, you are in loveAnd you admit that!Flowers smiling on the pathways and greeting…

Post-modern,These are almost the same,The one who had been modern was modernistic,Turned post-modern in course of timeAnd post-modern to where?Only the literary stuffs bring not about the change.Modern age science and technology brought about,With the help of electrical, electronic and digital aids.

The bottles lying on the cupboard,Rum, beer, whiskey,Vodka, brandy.I write poetryBut for himPoetry is but a bottle of vodka,A bottle of rum,Whiskey,Brandy, beer.

Small and lovely,Scratching the hairsWith the bizarre and grotesque red face.Do not see bad, do not speak bad, do not hear badAnd they are so,With the hands over the eyes,The hands on the lipsAnd over the ears.This is all about Gandhiji, not Shastriji,A Sahityacharya, Vyakarnacharya or JyotishacharyaFrom a Hindi or Sanskrit Vidyapitha,A linguistical vernacular university…

As I have come to realize it,I am a traveler from farAnd have to go there.

Daru-pineiwalla,Goonda boyMy drinker,Bad boyWine-takerGoon son.

Michael,Michael Madhusudan?

Rhodesian English, South African EnglishAnd so many varieties of it,I mean English and Englishness,Englishes that talk you,But I do not know if there is a variety stillLike Indian EnglishAnd if it is, where is it spoken,You show me the home where it is?In a country like that of India, impregnable, full of linguistic not,Racial and…

But women’s day,Women celebrating it,Talking of their rights,Their freedoms,Without women,Can we think ofOur existence?

And the wind carrying the tunings of those melodies?It is my love, my love, which I want to say you about,It is my dream that I have seen.On St. valentine’s day, I do not know it, nor can I say it to you,Why does the heart of mine get hurt and wounded?Why does the bleeding…

Sitting with the folded handsNear the temple pillarsAnd reciting, Om namah shivay, om namah shivay, om namah shivay.The bells ringing, ringing in the pagoda,The hearts purgingAnd the devotee in a dhyana whispering,Om namah shivay, om namah shivay, om namah shivay.Shiv, Shiv, Shiv,Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva I, I Shiva,Shiva Shiva, I I,Om namah shivay.

Just take it that one may,But ask me not please,Where and with whom?What can the heart do if falls in love with?Only one thing that I have forgotten to say,Only one chance that want I to say to you,Julie, I love you,I love you, Julie,Just for once let me say it,For only once and the…

A Vaishanava, Shakta or Shaiva,Who was he?A nationalist, poet or humanistOr all in one?Who was he?A day-dreamerOr an imaginative being?A poet full ofVedism, Upanishadism and Puranism?Poetry born of sadhna or yoga,Tantric purgation?Poetry meditativeOr of the contemplative order?A bhakti poet, a mystic,A spiritualist and a humanistOf the first order,An Orientalist, an IndologistAnd a Sanskritist,What was he?A…

My own,How to believe youAs what to say toOn what ground,Will you,will you please help me,stranger,Stranger?

Sometimes see IThe carcass lying by the side ofOr deep into the fields thrown offAnd the carrion-eatersLabouring on the dead body,The vultures and other birds,Hyenas now not,But the jackals during the night time,The stray dogs too trying their bestAs they do on left-oversAnd the crows cawing for food and waterAll the time,We too need them,The…

One border to anotherLike the footsoldiers,Armless and empty-handed,Telling of the apathy of the politiciansWith no kindness for humanity,All for chair to sit on.Khushwant Singh in Train to Pakistan,Krishan Chander in The Peshawar ExpressAnd K.A.Abbas with The Refugee,Marking the whirlwindUprooting it allAnd all discussing die in harness cases,Life in bivouacs and camps,The people turned homeless, shelterlessAs…