But you,
Only you,
My love,
Oh, understands it not
The foolish heart!
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Gentleman, who are you,
Made by the bad masonJust to take money from hastily,say, ay you,Who you are, what your identity?O, I see you ogling, gazing at,Seeing from the cemented cracks of the wall!Tell me, tell me your identity please,Are you a froglet,A lizard,A scorpionOr a viper?If a lizard, its o.k,But if a snake feckled and speckled,Hairs stand onAnd…
Devi Durga,
How to hear the footsteps falling,The footfall of Hers,How to hear the anklets resoundingThat She comes, comes, comes,How to feel the aroma,How to view Her with reverence,How to feel that Motherly Consciousness?
The poetry of the Americas,
New York,Chicago,Philadelphia,Write IThe poetry ofLos Angeles,Washington,Boston,New Orleans,Las Vegas,Write I.American vibes and Americanism,Americas and Americanness,Write I ofSeattle,Miami,Atlanta,Savannah,Detroit,Baltimore,Portland,Oklahoma,Cincinnati,Write I.Their vibes, life and culture,Urbanity and modernity,Dress and city culture,Idiosyncrasies and nuancesOf the language,Styles and manners,Etiquette and behaviour,Take I a note ofWhile striding,Passing through,Viewing them,For my poetic mediumOf expression,Catching the rhythm of life,Venting my feelings.
Sir,
God knows it?I am your Sir,You my Sir,We all sirs,Big Sir or Small Sir.
Sri Krishna as a child,
The colourful paintingsOf His?
Is it God
The red rose?So dreamy and delicateWith dew dropsScattering overThe petals.
But you,
Only you,
My love,
Oh, understands it not
The foolish heart!
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May the new,
fillyour daysWith so much sojoys and roses,may,may the new year,this my prayerfrom the Lord-God!
An American or a Jew,
In CalcuttaOr by the ghats of BenaresIn search of peace,Peace,Mental peace,CosmicAnd psychic.A BeatOr a Beatle,A yogiOr a bhogi,A sadhu or a fakiraWesternLeaving his allIn search of peace,Bliss, happinessTrying to ascend the ladder.
My Lord, you are the ocean of love
Of your blessingAnd the bird soul so distressed and baffledHas to go, to goCovering a long distance,Taking a longer flightTo the other ocean side.
I thought that he would change
As was on the cricket pitchesSo is he in politics.
Devadasi,
I can feel itNowWhatThe horoscope-makers,Astrologers,Soothsayers,Oracle-makers,PunditsDid to you,YouWhat the middlemen,Courtiers,FloristsDid to you,You,Devadasi?Your pain,Your pain,Devadasi,Devadasi,What theyDid to you,You,How,How did theyTake youTo the temple campus?
Kissing a red rose,
And turned she into a dreamgirlAnd kept me on the track all the wayAnd I too became lost in the dreams of hersLeaving aside my worksSmiling far awayAnd dreaming of her.A girl gorgeous like the red roseI had never dreamt about,So fast and beautiful, lovely and fresh,So celestial and so attractively charming!