Formless Divine, Cosmos.
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Shunya she mein aayaa
Shunya she meri yaatra suru huyinAur shunya mein khattam ho jayigi.Shunya she shunya tak kiMeri yaatraa.Came I out of the vacuumAnd shall I return to the vacuum,My journey started it from the vacuumAnd in the vacuum will last it.From the vacuum to the vacuum tillMy journey.
At your first glance,
At your first glance.Ask me not,How is it possible?It is possible,It is possible, madam,Everything can happen it hereIn love.I saw you, you saw meAnd love was born,Did you understand?
A poet of the waste land
The hollow man,The modern hollow manSearching for life and meaning.
Under the kaaminis scattering slowly
By being in their contact,The kaaminis blooming and falling overAnd I marking the night go,So mystically fragrant,The blooms so redolent and fine.Where to go if she too is not,Has not come back?I under the tree sleeping and passing the nightDreaming of Lost loveComing to me as Night Queen.
The glare of the eyes
ThatIt wasA wild catBushy, wooded and grizzled,Peculiarly grey brown,Speckled and freckledUtmostAnd tamelessly swiftBefore it is stopped.
After a long time
House sparrowsTwittering,Chirping.Sparrows,The small sparrows,Lessening house sparrows!
Cosmos.
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Meeting strangely,Where is it?When praise I the flowers,Held in by their exquisite beauty,I think it,There is nothing like that,So natural and lovely,So fresh and fine.But when find I the maidensStanding before,So beautiful to see,Bowling me outAt the first glance,I find yself at an awkward position.Now have I come to the conclusion,The maidens too can be…
An ICS officer,
The founder of the Forward Bloc,Subhas was indeed a national hero,Radical, revolutionary, rebelliousAnd non-compromising on nationalistic issues,A great freedom fighter and a patriotRarely to be seen.
Poetry as rock-built temples,
Housing the Divine,Grand and stupendous,The viewer viewing in awe and astonishment.
Poor India’s Poor Daughter
Poor daughter,When will she be marriedTroubling the parents?How To Be A Man Most Important?What it in gender, race and ethnicity?Leave you the talks of,Think of how to be a man?My ShadowWherever I go, it follows me,My shadow,Leaving me not behindTo be alone,But I fear it too.A StatueA little KrishnaWith the flutePlaying the musicAnd my mind…
Hello!
On hearing the sweet, but unknown voice,Asked I,Who, who?I am a modern girl,A city girl,One from the towns and cities.No doubt excellent was the voiceWith tonal intonationAnd a nasal sound,She speaking in a sweet voice of her own,A language so modern and polished.Modern, up-to-date and cute,Frank and bold and daringAppeared she to be,Mod, stylish and…
Hardy, your love for architectural skill is hereditary,
Thomas and Jemina,And in the repair of churches,Saw you the stories of human relationships and love-making,The girl reading the Bible,Full of love,The torso and the bust of stoneIn love or proposing,Relationships in fissure and fusion,Turning stone.Emma Lavinia Gifford, you married her after espousing for long,Meeting hurdles,Stiff opposition met on her family’s behalf,But instead of it,…