My daughter,

The Hollow Men by T.S.Eliot,The Little Black Boy by William BlakeFor poetic inspirationAnd I looked up to in utter admiration.

Poetry is song, music, dance, painting, art and architecture, sculpture, theatre and literature,Poetry is poetry,Poetry is philosophy,The philosophy of life and the world,Poetry Brahminical, non-Brahminical,One who Brahma is a Brahmin,Poetry a discussion of Prakriti and Purusha,The lingam-yoni motif,Poetry a discussion of the self,The Soul and the Supreme Soul,The Mind and the Over Mind,Poetry cosmic, supra-mental,…

And the tears had been falling down, falling downFrom that innocent girl,Demanding love from himAnd he as a man turned rockViewing the girl in tearsNothing to be affectionate and sympatheticAnd compassionate,Love and change for anotherAnd we have forgotten to fear God,Lord Jesus,What did He say,If you fail to love a man are not a man,If…

And on viewing you,Starts it humming the heart of mine,Humming and whistling a song.It’s none but you the love lyric of my life,Your sweet face and lovely looks,So God-gifted fair and fresh face.

The longer-longer poems,Docketing letters and their issuance not,But of the poems.Whose poems, who should haveAnd who is docketing them,Releasing as a poetic testament,How should it be poetry,How the documents of it?No peon there to enter into,No clerk to give the reference number and the dateAs for keeping the recordWith regard to the issuance of the…

Implicating him pathetically,A poor fellow he is.They say it that he is a criminalWhereas he saying to that he is not,Has been implicated falselyAfter gathering evidences,I mean the police and the lawyers,One the boss of the bad fellowsWhile the other charging feesFor justice sake,Honing his poor knowledge and wisdomTo be a good lawyer.The incumbent into…

how to redeem?

To be writtenOtherwise blank.

Need we notTo buy these.Say youHow progressive and progressiveHad you been.

And Osho will love youIn return,I loving you,You loving meAnd we all but lovers,LoversOf the body,Not the soul,We and Osho,Osho and we.

And there is nothing newIn it.Friend, do you wantTo be a doctorate?My Ph.D.,I have managed,Got it managed,I have assembled and substantiatedThe factsAnd nothing more to say about.

Will save usJesus,Lord Jesus!

But forget not your sister,Your lovely sisterWho grew up playing with you,Who kept you calling with loveAnd so much so affection,Remained hungry but fed up you first,When asked about the new clothes,Asked she to give to youAnd it’s sorry to hear thatYou have forgotten, forgotten her,Your dear sister,You remember her sometimes,Give time to her sometimes.

Ladakh and other far flung areas.A small Ladakhi girl, ho to greet her,Greet herIn which language?The small girl, small girl my love,Love for India and its culture,India and its regions.

A cine starAll of a suddenWithout attendingFilm Studies or Drama Schools.

DrizzlingAnd lo, it is a downpour,The clouds burstingInto,Melting,Bringing in more rains,Flooding the areas,The rain waters flowing downwards,Engulfing the areas.

With so much of labour and sweatingIs not mine,New renter will comeAnd claim it over,My houseWhich appears to be mineIs theirsAs they are coming to occupyIt.

I saw themBy the railway linesThe violet, violet-hued liliesStealing the moments.