Into the tryst with independence,
The midnight declaration
And the glee,
All in a jovial mood of celebration,
But the drama of happenings ad events,
Its staging and enactment
Nobody knows nor can feel it
The lust for power, the power game
And the stakeholders of it
As for sitting on chair,
The history of the Partition,
The politics of the Partition,
Who partitioned for what,
The vested interests behind?
Is indeed a noble and pious attemptOn behalf of Maha Nand SharmaAs poetizing the myth of Shiva,One from the Shiva cycle of stories,Shiva and Sati,Sati going to her father’s home uninvitedAs for her husbandBeing a sadhu and a fakira,A dweller on mount Kailash,An aghora sahdaka.As for the insult she could not bear with,Sati jumps into…
Whether she isA modern Radha or Mira?As Mira’s devotion is in her,Radha’s flame is in her,I mean the flame of devotion and love,One who loves, loves from the heart.
What it is language,Sign and symbol,Sound and consonance?Is it to make understand,Is it for comprehensionOf mind and idea,To converse with,To express thoughts and ideas freely,To share with?
If I will not myself,What to say about myself?
Before the arrival of the foreign invasionAnd what to say more about history?Who built the rock-built temples,How and when,Who can ever say it?
The MahafakiraI with the folded handsAnd my mindMeditating upon ShivaShiva the Yogi,The Sadhaka,The FakiraWith my all submissionOn the eve of Shivaratri,MahashivaratriReminiscent of the bridal partyWhen Shiva as a brideGoing to marry Parvati.
