Popean
Incorporating in
The silence of landscape
Manless, away from human haunt,
Loneliness visiting villages
Or the hamlets the myths of,
shaded against the backdrop of the hills
Or the hilly ranges
With the sunrise flashing,
The twilight glowing over
To be back to
To retreat
And the caravans of cattle grazing,
Returning,
Taking to the route to their sheds.
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The rhythm of life, rhythm of speech talk I,
Colloquial speech,Want I to catch,The cadence and intonation of it,The sound-breaks and word-tracks of itBy being a folk singer,A folk singerAnd a folk dancer,A folk painterMaking in her or his own,Sketching and drawingOn the scrolls of paper.The rhythm of life, the rhythm of speechTalk I,Copy I by giving an ear,Hearing it,What does it mean to…
Time’s manuscripts find I
Time’s things coming outFrom the mounds of earthSomething as archaeological and museumlogical.
My rustic love, where do you lie you,
The courtyard of yours,Grazing the cattle,Palying with the frolicking lambs,You plucking the wild flowersAnd gifting them so lovefully,With a cursory glance of yours,The eyes full of so much so love?My rustic heart, my rustic love,Where lie you with your simple pastoral heart of yours,I seartch you, search you,Love misinterpreted?
How has the time changed,
How the times,The times have changed,The situations and circumstancesOf lifeAnd I also myself a wayfarerHalting at the crossroadsTo take toDiverting and digressingAnd bifurcating fromAnd as thus goes the unknown way of life!
This world of today
RappingAnd striking,VocalizingWith content, rhyme-rhythmAnd delivery-cadence-toneTracked instrumentallyWith the beat of time.
I see the old motorcycle
When will Rajdoot run againOn Indian roads?
How to be inclusive of it?
Solitude,
Solitude prevailing all around,
Solitude,
A strange solitude?
Solitude,
A strange solitude,
Which is but silence, silence
Prevailing all around,
Loneliness,
A strange loneliness
Pervading it all.
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They ask me,
But what to say to,As I myself too am confusedWho she is really?Her identity, her entity, I cannot,As I know it not fully,Only one thing that know I is this thatShe is a small girlLiving under impoverished circumstances,But is very, very humble and simpleAnd this is the beauty of her nature.Though appear to be dark,…
Goethe,
A German beautyWhich but I know it not?
What does he take on, say about
Life on earth,The contrast betweenUrbanization and natural stake hold,The journey of lifeAnd the retreatOr something else?The descent of man,Where has he come from,Where will he go,This notOr it is Time, Earth, Nature,Survival and sustenanceBraving the hazardsOr belonging to them otherwise,What is it,Is it in The Descent of Man?Man’s presence on earth,Murals of time,Arts penciled,Things kept…
What is the philosophy of philosophy,
What it may be the philosophy of philosophy?No work to do but to philosophize,Lazily passing time, thinking muchBut doing nothing,Where the philosopher fails thereThe realist succeeds.And say you who is not a philosopher?
I have not forgotten,
Chandramukhi, your love.A face moon-like,Moon-faced!
Green Earth
I think aboutAs our existenceIs connected with it?Your PhotographyThe photographer said it,Smile please,Keep you smilingAnd smiled heHearing the words.EtiquetteSorry, sir,How it healed me,I cannot say it?Poor Mother, Poor Baby GirlAt the stationI saw the poor baby girlSucking the breastOf the poor motherSo miserable and weakIn appearance.Teardrops had driedOn the cheeksOf the childLooking so piteously.
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Total destruction,
Of Self
So near the annihilation
Of all feelings,
That cannot exist
By themselves,
Power Failure!
One sail, Sailor.
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One poet inspires another
They practice,Fraternal, sentimental callsPlus have of Love, an overdose.
You sculpt ideas
Sometimes from thingsSo rarely heard,But poems born,All falsehood scorn,Because they’re fromYou’re spirit, torn.
We want instant gratification
Well, it doesn’t work that wayWe must chip away at what we do,Patiently, Carefully, with Love,To be able to reach fartherFor one step taken on a ladder,Does not get you to the top.
When a young person dies,
For no reasonWe must do more than cry!Today,AGAIN!Unbelievable sad darkness,Shooting violenceHas taken an innocent life!There is no excuse,No human way, we can explainThis terror, this horror!Are we still in our savage hour,Beasts, a sick societyFull of unnecessary,‘Do what you want,Open Rage? ‘All we know is that a fallen angelWill not come home tonight,I think of…
Materialism, was never my ‘ism’
But all my life, was one big prisonWasting time, searching forAn illusory fantasy,Never really found, never really had.Loving you was a decision,Not made by foolish heartLove just happened for no reasonWith or without great wisdomBut if not corresponded,Can be the greatest painThe darkest prison,Any heart can ever have.
Life’s silent Paradise
To make it comeTrue,Just me and you.
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Someplace in the Universe,
A long empty space,
With no columns
Like a tunnel,
Just like Hell
No light, no hands,
No souls, no face
To communicate,
Vacated, silent
The pitch black darkness
Of a Bottomless well
So hold on to your love,
Never to solitude,
The blood
Of an innocent
Loving, Dove
Should not be used
To hide it,
And if love is found
Do not misguide it
Never give in
To solitude’s sins.
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Citizens,
Swimming in pools of deception,Not One word is True,In the political stewOf, deceitful indigestion.
Words and works, of Poet fine,
From the absurd to the Devine,Poetry, open design.
Sad is the Lady,
A gift from its people,A torch in her hand,All is betrayed now,Eyes full of sand,Political Pirates,Have strangled this land.
It’s hard to love,
Alone with Love,So constantly,The heart returns,The flow of blood,Emotions soar,Just like a flood,The sky, Auburn,Clouds Violet-Blue,The sea does turn,This color, too,And I just think,All day of you,Persistent, love,Pure and profane,Enamoured heart,That goes insane.In heaven’s name,What do I feel?Is it a dream,Or is it real?My life, my heart,You have undone,Without your love,I cant go on,My only…
Happiness,
Where love has begun,So dreams can be sungOut loud.
How many times has the Truth been strangled!
Tyrannical forces have permeated,All of human life, somehow!How sad it is….