Kavita akavita ka,
Aaj ki kavita sukavita not,
Akavita.
Poetry festival
Not of poetry,
But of poetry un-poetry,
Today’s poetry good poetry not
Un-poetry.
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The history
Mankind,How to write itThe history of poor and sad mankind,The sad lot of poor mankind?
When feel I for you, sing I the songs,
My love,When feel I for you, sing I the songsOf my love,My heart,Saddening me,I feeling forAnd the notes breaking forth.The heart throbbing, aching,The heart hurt,A voice soaked in painAnd wet with,Bursting and breaking forth,I singing and calling you,Feeling forWith a strange pain within,So sadly,So heavy of heart.
Just as a candle
In your memory.
Shiva as Kalbhairava
The attendant,Bhairava-vahana.Shiva as Bhairava,KalbhairavaWith the dogGoing.The sadhaka,The yogiAnd the fakira,The tantrika on his way.And the master followedBy the dogTo his hutBy the samshana.The sadhaka,The aghorasadhakaIn his hut by the river banksTo the sashana.
While talking of poetry
Sound, music, lyrical note,Sign, symbol,Myth and motif,Idea, image, picture, ,Memoir and remembrance.
Into the forest tract,
On the highland,Into the down territoryI see them,See the Naga villageIndigenous and tribal.A Naga villageAgainst a hillyAnd wooded backgroundIs a solitary villageIn the midst of the wild greenery.
Kavi aur uski kavita,
Sirf kavita aur kavi.
Poetry festival
Poetry for poetry,
The poet and his poetry,
Only poetry and the poet.
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One night
In the backyard of my house,Trying to bathe and make her wear newAs far as possible,Making her sit somehow,Placing over the pyreAnd lighting the fire.The nirgunis were playing the harmoniumAnd the cymbals being strickenAnd they singingWhile on the other the smokes rising from the body,Fire flames feeding upon the limbsAnd it taking time.While on the…
A poem of exit,
From this worldTo enter intoAnother,Make an entryInto.The shipBeingReadiedAnd the packingTo be done.And the shipWill float,DriftOn silent watersTakingWhere,Which butI don’t.The dark journeyOf oblivionWill beginAnd the shipWill take himAway to.
O Gipsy Girl,
Where are you going,Going,Girl?I with Ganesha,Ganesha,Will you?O Gipsy Girl,Gipsy Artist Girl,You give, give meYour Ganesha!Yea, yea, you give,Give me the rewardFor my labourAnd I shall.
My son not my own
Whether he will foo to meIn my old ageWhich but I too myselfExpect it notFrom him.
Foreigner girl
Want ITo makeMy homeNear the airport.Foreigner girl,Without seeing you,How to celebrate itValentine’s Day,Foreigner girl?Beauty is truth,Truth beauty,Whatever say it they.
My love, the world knows it not,
The men of heart are not so manyWhich the world requires it most urgently.
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Aur kavita ke liye.
Poetry festival
Exclusively for poets
And poems.
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As a poet of Bombay,
Of Bombay,Bombay and its history,The history of BombayFrom an island to a metropolitan cityTo a mega one.
Rather than a poem, I would be interested in the girl
What it is in fragrance that not in poetry,What in the flowerNot in poetry,What in the glow wormAnd the jasmine sweetly wildNot in poetry.
The actor from the North-East,
A Sikkimese BhutiaGoing with Pran,Shakti Kapur,It waslovelyTo watch him,But the villainySometimes used toTake a tollOn the young minds and brains.
It was my first kiss
The red rose splashed with the dews.She seemed to be red roseAnd I looking backIn amazement and admiration.A red rose into the hands of mine,The mistress of mineAnd I proposing never to part ways.
The office staff is not,
Over the chair he sits on.Can’t say, where has he gone,Is he within the campus or outside,Works or passes time?
The Parsis too are a minority
In building IndiaWhich we felt it not.