Asking to see the Mother Kali
And to say.
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The world calls you,
A culprit,Culprit,The whole world,World,The police and the court,Law and lawyersThat you,YouA culprit,Culprit,A convict,Convict,A criminal,Criminal,You,You notA criminal,CriminalFor me,Me,Maybe,Maybe youA criminal,Convict,CulpritIn the eyesOf law,But you,You notA criminal,You a man,ManAnd this,This society of oursThe real criminal,CriminalAnd you a criminal,Criminal froThe situationsOf life placingYou soUnder.
Robert Frost,
Of the trainPassingThrough the forest trackSolitary and windy enoughRustling and ruffling by.Sitting on the foot boardOf the running trainSaw I forest trackSolitary and lonelyBut full of scenic sightsAnd panorama of Nature.The train passing byAnd ruffling it all,Rustling bySo windy and airyRunning at a terrific speedAnd the paths bifurcating.
Death,
Death,Are you the end of all?My future I know it not,My life and times!
My daughter,
I shall not stay it hereTo see it up,But you will, my daughter,As the daughter of minewhich but they know it notWhose daughter are you not,Your pains and pines and woes,What it troubles youAnd your self,What it hurts and wounds you, my love!
Whose is the tune the song opens with?
It is a song of love, the pain of melody.It is love that calls, it is love that departs, the remnants remain it here, the residues of meaning, love and search.Listen, listen to what the guitar, guitar is saying, saying, the musical accompaniment, the musical accompaniment?Have you, have youSuch a powerful, powerful song, song,Music, music…
Adil Jussawalla viewing
Island sceneryFrom the land’s end.
And the mystic priest of bhakti-marga
Rarely visible
In a human form.
The World Trade Centre
The building falling,
People running for cover,
Many jumping to death
And they trying to make
The plane crash over,
Dark clouds of smoke and dust
Swirling around amidst
Hullabaloo and pandemonium
And stampede.
How had it been their fury
And vengeance
That they hijacking planes,
Making them crash over
The World Trade Centre,
How their hatred and vengeance,
How their misanthropy,
How their thought and idea,
The heinous activity!
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Atman the Soul,
Dwelling within the heart.
I could not forget her
Looking in closet,Confiding in fully.
Kitani nautankibaaz hain
Kabhi-kabhi mei sochata hun!How much dramatic, theatrical, histrionicPurdhwalli, Ghumtawalli, Burkawalli areSometimes think! .
The midnight is lonely
Ma Tara, Tara,Who the fellow is, the man?O, who is the man, the man,Calling, Mother, Mother,At the dead of the night?O, you are listening to,Listening to,Get up, get upAnd listen to,Who the man, man callingMother, Mother Tara?Bama KhepaMother Tara.
Murkhamantri amar rahe, murkhamantri amar rahe,
Murkhamantri, let he be immortal, let he be immortal,Victory be to the murkhamantri, foolish minister) ,The slogan being airedAnd the murkhamantri alighting from the planeAfter his lecture at Harvard, California and OxfordAs a biz guru, a management expert,People talking about in the villages,The son of the soil did he marvels,Failed he the educated sons and…
Valentine’s day,
Of love and rosesAnd passionate kisses,Sweet roses,Tender love and tender heart.A day of rose and heart,Heart and rose,Love and sympathyAnd bonding,Affinity and affection,Fascination and charm.