Release, release them, the Nigerian schoolgirls,

Where am I going,Where have I come to?

Hari, Hari,Somewhere the choruses coming from the Vedic hermitageThe psalms from the Rigveda, Samveda, Yajurveda and AtharvavedaDoing the rounds,The sadhus and sanyasins taking the bathEarly in the morningAnd doing the surya-namaskarAnd the bells ringing in the pagodasWith Om namah shivay, om namah shivay,Shiv-Shiv-Shiv,Lord Shiva on the lipsAnd the wet-clothed, towelled body with the quivering lipsTaking…

Have you,Have you seen Telang Swami,The Andhra sadhuWandering,Floating in the Ganga watersThrough yogic miraclesLying for hoursIn a relaxed mannerO Dashashwamedha Ghat,Say you, say you,where have you seen, seenThe naked yogi,The great Hatha YogiFrom the Dashnami Sampradaya,The Advaita Vedantist,The Raja Yogi,Tantric Sri Telang Swami?O, O, you, Dashashwamedha Ghat,Asi Ghat,Vedvyasa Ashrama at Hanuman Ghat,Say you, say you…

But he was not,Gone and gone away.

But the things remain preordainedAbout which we can do nothingAs it is not within my reachWhich we understand it not.

What am I today,I shall change intoWhat I was in the past,Never to be searched anywhere,I know it that you will call meBut I shall not able to attend to your call.The body you see it today will disintegrate finally,The clay to clay,The spirit to spirit,The water to water,The wind to windAnd the fire to…

Into their hearts.Heartless, mindless,The dull-brained fanatics,The so-called zealots.

Which but know you, which but know I,Which but I cannot,As it happens, happens in love,Stealing the moon, I shall go sitting behind the church.The moon shining above and we behind the churchTalking, lost in the thoughts of ours,The fair, fine and silvery fresh moon shining up above,The moonshine-bathed the world,The moonlit ways and the…

To mark the lonely and manless midnight.Just from the cottage cot, see I the galaxy,Innumerable and immesureable stars twinklingUp above mysteriously.Open from all sides, supported by bamboo pillarsAnd thatched with straw,I taking the cosmic reading,Sometimes the dogs can be heard barking after.

A German beautyWhich but I know it not?

Holding the heart breath.I feelWhere are they going?

Saw them notAnd since my childhoodHave been,Specially my father used to sayBut deliberated it notWhen want I know it moreGoing beyondOr even travelling byBut the curiosity ended it not.The Bhutias,Bhutia people,Their history, culture,Society,Know I it not,Their ritual and ritesAnd practices,Cuisine and food habit.Their tongue, languageSikkimeseCloser to Tibetan and Dzongkha,Belongiong toNyingma and Kagyu schoolsOf Tibetan Buddhism,The…