Lie you
On the path of life?
How,
How much
Devastated and desperate?
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Father’s Day,
My father is not,Dead and gone.
Kitani nautankibaaz hain
Kabhi-kabhi mei sochata hun!How much dramatic, theatrical, histrionicPurdhwalli, Ghumtawalli, Burkawalli areSometimes think! .
The mystic visionary,
Innocence and ignoranceTo find the truth of lifeAnd the world,To ask it plainlyWhy the CreationSo contrary and contradictory? .
The poetry of the dark daughters,
The devadasis and nautch girlsWrite I.The poetry of celestial damsels,Urvasie, Rambha, Menaka,Jasmines Indian and nocturnalWrite I.The poetry of the Buddhas,Bamiyan Buddhas,Taxashila, Nalanda, VikramshilaWrite I.
I in the snares
Illusion-hallucination.
‘Do you love me? ‘
Again, said,‘Do you love me,Do you love me? ‘I looked back and just saw herAnd again kept going.Again, called she with love,‘O, do you love me, do you love me? ‘I turned back, stood stillAnd kept seeing speechlessly,Who the girl calling me,What her name,What her identity?Is love a strange meetingAnd as thus people meet on?