Sounding and re-sounding
The damru sounding,
The trisula into the hands
And with the kamandala
The sadhaka,
Yogi,
Fakira dancing
With the rudraksha rosary
And beads embedded,
Snakes coiled around
And the matted hair.
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Mein haath badhata hun
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Absurd Drama
Why are weAnd for what?What are we waiting for,Who is it to turn up?The Theatre of SilenceWhere the artistesRehearsingBehind the curtain?Why the theatre silentWithout people,Without shows,The gallery fallen silent?ChandramukhiClutching starsInto her hand,Where is she going?Where the belleWith jasmines into her hair,Beaming with and going?Sparkling,Sparkling and going,Glistening and glowing to pass out of sight.
Keki N.Daruwalla
Death and disease,Accident and death,Plague, cholera,Small pox, diarrhea.Not a common poet,But a poetOf cholera, malariaAnd T.B. wards,Plague and typhoid.And malaria
I Love You, I Love You, How Many Times Shall I?
How many times shall I? ,Said the girl.Again, said he,Do you love me,Do you love me?Said she,I love you, love you,How many times shall I?
Gandhi has died,
Nor will Gandhigiri.Mahatma Gandhi amar rahe, amar rahe,Mahatma Gandhi ki jai, Mahatma Gandhi ki jai.Gandhi has died,But his Gandhism will not,Nor will Gandhigiri.
For quite a long time, since the days of my childhood
In searching,Searching and searching so earnestlyBut found I not,The wisps and whiffs of romanticism not,But the glow and glisten of the classical scholarshipRadiating just like the golden wheat ears.Where that unknown scholar, where that classical scholarLiving his life simply,Making the people aware of,Where his vast scholarship and reading,Where his experience,Knowledge and wisdom,Gravity and perseverance, sobriety…