Divorce me
Leaving me on the crossroad of life
So devastated and distraught,
But how to give up so soon,
End up?
I shall keep fighting up to the end
With the newest, latest of survival strategies
To support, support myself
And to survive.
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O traveller,
To Assam, Nagaland, Tripra, Manipur,Mizoram, Meghalaya, SikkimWhich you were toAs I have come to know aboutRecentlyThat you, you were toThose areas!My friend, sit you hereOn the guard wall ofThe mud house of mineAnd tell, tell you the thingsOf Assam, Nagaland, Mizoram,Tripura, Manipur, Meghalaya,Sikkim,The people, their art and cultureThis dark wintry evening!
My ganjeri son,
Smoking,Piping inGanjaWith Vyom-Om,Vyom-vyomGanja.Ganja overThe clay pipeBurningAnd the ganjaOver the embersYou smoking in,PipingWith Vuyom-vyom,Vyom-om,Bhole Shankar?
Freeing tension, pressure
Untaxing the mind,Offloading the brain,Freeing from all tension and pressure,Let you prevail in silence,Silence, silence enveloping you,Encircling youAnd you silent, all silent,Free, free from it allThat binds you,Keeps you in pressure or tension.
The lamp of hope, I want to burn
You be my lamp of hope, I too of someoneAnd as thus we shall keep it burning.Puff it not out, extinguish it not,Put it not out.
Is the earth a cemetery,
Centuries and centuries ago,The place I am standing upon?Is the earth a burial and a burning groundAs the place I am standing uponThere burnt a body long and long ago?Which but know I not, which but see I not,Into the deadland live I,Standing on a plot and piece of landWhere my house is,There too had…
I see the freight trains
Passing and pausingWhen signaled,Letting the route trainsPass by,Glide and slideWith the giddy imagesHurrying pastIn a huffAnd the freight trains waiting,Waiting for the signalTo green,The red light to turn greenAnd to be allowed,Allowed to goWith the cargoes,Wagons hurtling,Hurtling,Dragged and pulledAnd going.They stop it not,Keep it,Keep it going,Going and hurtling,Hurtling alongWith the cargoes of loads,Wagons full withOr…
With me,
I am alone,
All alone
To trudge along.
All will be my own,
How to say it?
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Hasatei rahiyei
Apnei khush rahiyeiAur dusron ko khush kijiyei,Jindigai mei hai hi kya,Hansi, mazak, thatta cchod kar?Yaar, aap gajab ke hain,Kucch na kaha chal diye,Kam-se-kam haath milaa ke to jaaHo-na-ho fir mulaakaat jo na ho?Keep you laughingAnd make you laugh,Keep you happyAnd make you others happy,What is it in lifeBesides laugh, joke, comic?Friend, strange are you,Without saying…
Lyrical, romantic,
Imagistic, portraying.A poet of the eveningSo full of emotion and feelingAnd lyricism.
Woman,
Which it fell from our eyes,The world could not feel itWhat it hurt your heart,Just the tear drops fell they down.
Construct,
To give your thesis,Anti-thesis.Modern,Modernist,Post-modnOr contemporary.
There was a time
The linesAfter readingWith the wooden pencilLining red,Lining blueAs for good linesOf thought and expressionSo aesthetically beautifulAnd so splendid and profoundWhere the old reader,Where those olden books,Where that sincerityWith the pencilWriting half-blue and half-redHe used to read and lineThe most important linesAnd the other wooden pencilWriting blackly for the common use,Where that readerand who there pencilling…
As portrayal and delineation of
I see the elementsOf Auden’s Look, Stranger and Masefield’s Sea FeverIn Adil Jussawalla,A poet of the missing person,Of Bombay the port cityOf harbours and beachesAnd islands,Of refugees and job-seekersAnd settlers.