They still love you here,
But seeing their love,
I wonder,
Why are they in India,
Why do they not go
To Egypt, Turkey, Iran
And beyond?
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A live how to live,A life routine how to schedule it?Singing the song of life,Feeling joy and its spirit,Laughing the tensions of life,Dreaming joyfully,Living a healthy life.Smile you,Laugh you lightening yourselfThe burden of life,O, why to be tense, free you,Free you your spirit!Life is inThe art of living,The joy of living,So smile you, laugh you,Keep…
I trying to catch
Of the bagpiper’s musicAnd the been musicOf the snake charmerIn my poetry.The tunes of the shehnoiBreaking,The melodies of the beenHauntingAnd I standing awe-struckWith the music.
My kohinoor
Scheduled caste girlWith a nice face-cutting,Somewhat dark,But very beautiful.Can you sayWho was it who found the kohinoor,Who cut and chiselled itRather than studding the crownOr the throne?
I saw Shiva in the padmashana
And lost in meditationWith the damru, the kamandala,The trisulaAnd meditatingLike a yogi.,A sadhu,A fakira.Neelkantha,Mahadeva,Shiv-ShankaraWith the snakeRounded aroundThe blue neck,Sitting in a yogic postureAnd meditatingWith the crescentOn the foreheadAnd the three ash-lines.The Ganges flowingFrom his matted locks,Lost in his sadhnaMeditatingWith the Third Eye,Losing with the musical murmurOf the flowing watersSo rapt in dhyanaAnd with the rudraksha…
The palce I am standing on,
And the people would have wailed in deepest memoryIn some historical past,Archaeological and museumological,There would have been some hutmentsAnd the homemakers well enough.
Gandhi, in your memory
Gandi an idea, an image!