Shakuntala

The drama of life.The Theatre is all silentWith the gallery lying vacantWhen the audience is notI rehearsing,Rehearsing the drama,The drama of life.

With the anklets soundingStrange and bizarreWith the blood-laced tongueOut of the lipsHeld in shameAs for trampling SivaUnder feetAnd anger lessened.

Changing robes,Maybe it you have to be a turncoat.

And conservatism,Bigotry and orthodoxyWill finishWhatever good it isIn American culture,Its thought and tradition.

In full gala and glitzTaking the selfiesFor her self-pleasurein all smilesMiss SelfieSharing the self talks.

Sparks of the Absolute (1976) , Spectrum (1976) ,Symphony of Discords (1977) , Araku (1982)And others as his collections of poemsUses and applies in wit, humour and conceitAnd more specially metaphysics and spiritualityTo base and borderThe poems of hisTumbling to us as farces,Falling short of becoming epicsOr epic fragments are they,Written in sequences.Suryanarayana Murti is…

Full of our ancient knowledge and wisdomDrawing and deriving from classics,A poet par excellenceOf the candle of learning burringEmitting light,The bonding between the soul and Supreme Soul.

So nervous had been IOn seeing the picture of Mao Zedong that nightMy boss, your boss, yes bossMy BossI salute you, sir, salute youSo disturbed had I beenAt my first meeting with you,Meeting you for the first time, sireA Red from the Red FortMarching with the Red BrigadeAnd the Red BandsAnd the Comrades and Cadres…

Leather and woollen hilly costumesDancing and singingWith a masked artiste as a yakAnd the yak too dancingNear the Buddhist monastery,The yak lying on the floorAnd the male and the female artistes caressing,Caressing the yak.

History is hidden under earth,Excavate you, dig you the thingsWhich know you not.

Fatty searching Mr. Lean and ThinAnd Mr.Lean and Thin Mr.Fatty,Motu and Patlu, Patlu and MotuOn a comical missionWith Chingam, Ghasitaram, Jhatataka and John.

At entrances,The erotic sculptures in love,Flirting, hugging and embracing.