Say, see you soon

And embraces,Roses to be exchanged,Physical and bodily?Nothing spiritual about,Just amorous,Nothing to sacrifice and dedicateAnd devote to?Love is love,Let it be.

Stringing,Stringing the guitarAnd singing the song of life,The love lyrics of love and modernity,Catching the vibes of American life and culture,Pop, rock and blues, country, folk and chapel?O Bob,Bob DylanThe guitarist?

Scattered over,Littered withOver a far flung spaceWithout any connect wayAnd the houses made of mud and straw-thatched roofDescribe I,An India obscure and ruralOf the farmlands and agricultural landsDepict IWith the shed in the other side of the houseOr with the cowshed,The cows, buffaloes, goats and sheep,Dogs and cats,Barking at night,Marking the footsteps approaching,Maybe of dacoitsOr…

Enjoying and getting entertained,Spending the night,Returning late into the company of.Somewhere dancing in the temple complex of the rock-built temples,Ancient, magnificent and stupendous,Rock-hewn, stone-chiselled,Who the sculptors and the architectsMaking them, sculpting and carving upon?The devadasis as yogans decorating the temples in good faith and nobility,Upkeeping the good traditions of classical dances,Dancing before the deityBut can…

The heat of the day beginning to fallAnd getting stronger,The winds to swirlWith dust, dry leaves and loo.But the revellers and rowdiesDrowned unto their full,Having taken bhang,Flying skywards and smilingWithout any reasonOr the seasoned onesLooking dulled.People sprinkling, spraying coloured watersOn the passers-by,Run amuck,Dancing, singing and playingAnd lost in,Lost out of themselves.But Holi remains it not…

And it is not in the books,One’s innocence and ignoranceCombined with a great simplicity of own.