She keeps powdering, creaming

Brother’s loveRemember I, remember IThem in my poetry,My mother,My sister,My brotherSo deeply.Where have they gone away,You say it to me?Why are you silent?Mother’s love,Sister’s love,Brother’s love, remember ISo tearfully and with wet eyes.

Small and lovely,Scratching the hairsWith the bizarre and grotesque red face.Do not see bad, do not speak bad, do not hear badAnd they are so,With the hands over the eyes,The hands on the lipsAnd over the ears.This is all about Gandhiji, not Shastriji,A Sahityacharya, Vyakarnacharya or JyotishacharyaFrom a Hindi or Sanskrit Vidyapitha,A linguistical vernacular university…

Wanted,Wanted I to say,I love you,Love you,Many a day,Many a dayHave I,Have I wanted,Wanted to sayI love you,Love you!

Awaking and arising,The bewitching silence and the lull breaking overInto ripples of bird music and flutters and flies,Together with the fishermen at work,Netting somewhere in the landscapeAnd the cobwebs shining overIn the fist flashes of the morning sun,The green grass still laden with the dewsFallen during the night-timeAnd what more to picture and penetrate into?The…

The mind is screen like,Sometimes it figures on,Sometimes gets deleted from.With a lime chalk pencil in handI thinking aboutWhat to write on, what not,The matters from the mind to the heartTo transcripts on the blackboard.But human error ever ready to creep in,Human error, technical error,A slip of pen or pencil,Typographical error, clerical mistake,But how to…

The thing for realization,A bluish statue of child KrishnaWith a muraliFluting within.