Hari-Hari,
Om,
Har Om,
Har-Hari.
Om,
Hari Om,
Close the eyes
And meditate you,
It will give you
Mental peace.
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When none is around you,
Life and its lonelinessWhich is but the helplessness of your life?When none is around you,How to view it lifeWhen you are alone,There is none to share feelings with you?Such a time,Such a time will also come into our life,You just wait for,Wait for that.
If you can’t create, destroy not someone’s life
Who are you to destroy the Divine Scheme of His Things,Who are you to ruin it?Spoil it not, if you can’t, bedeck and decorate itTo look back in pride and gloryAs the number of the decorators is getting less and lessRather than the spoilers of the game.Try to save somone, give a new lease of…
I used to feel sorry for
Remaining unused,Standing by the side of the footpathsMasterless, abandoned.Mujhe bahut dukha hota thaaGadho koBekaar dekhkar,Raastei ke kinaarei khadaMalik-vihin, parityakta.
How to say, I love you,
At first meeting?But love you,Love you,Say you,Say you, goodbye for ever?Never,Never break you a heartThat loves you,Loves you!
If they engage in war
Anybody’s favour,If they clash withEach otherIt will not be goodEither for China or India.I hate themWho instigate for warAs it cannot peace.
It was a beauty
By the pond-sideOf the marshland,The wetland.The cat wilder in appearanceSaw I passing by,The animal,Creature passingIn search of preys.An unusual cat,Wild and bestial,Came it as a surprise,But running it away unawares,Slipping so fast.A cat wild and woodyBearing the brunt of huntingAnd habitation,A cat wildly printedAnd untamable.
Three letters giving it the form of a syllable,
The sound breaking forth,
The darkness dispelling,
The birds twittering
And it’s the dawn flashing upon.
Close the eyes and recite you,
Om,
The heart taking the name
And the mind rising in unison with,
Close the eyes
And recite you
And the recitation taking you higher and higher,
Elevating to.
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Dark Daughter,
Vast and wide,Who is my ownBarring you,You, my daughter?Under the starry nights,Stand I near the terracotta templesAnd see you, your sculptures,Your figurines,Dark Daughter,I see you and the mystery of the world,The mystery of love and affection.
What was I
I was notIn the world?What,What was IWhenI was not?
Whatever rite or ritual start you,
The patron of letters,The god ofRiddhi, prosperity and Siddhi, attainment,Giver of success,Remover of obstacles,Om ganapatya namo namah,A god so mystical and mythological,So supernatural and blissful.
Malnutrition as a poor child miserably
Mother turning into a skeletonAnd the eyes of the child sunken deep into.
Bhagjogini, a countryside girl, simple and innocent,
She arises in the morning,Sweeps the floor,Goes to the river to fill the earthen pitcher with water.A small girl, in a simple and ordinary frock,See I her standing her,Ever ready to serve the guestWith a very fine mindAnd that too without any guile in her heart.She herself a small girl,But she carrying her only smaller…
The scavenger women
WithThe carrierOfHuman excretaSweating and going,Going and sweating,Resting under,Under the tree,The shade of itDuring the summer timeWhen as a childI used to,Used to seeComing, goingAnd passing throughAnd the stench, foulTaking it all,The carriers, containersOn the carts, wheels,Dragged, pulledOr pushedOr on the headThey taking,Taking them awayTo dump,DumpInto the garbage heap,Excreta,Human excreta.