Tears are in your eyes,

A red saluteWith inquilab zindabad,Long live revolution!

States of feeling,How our emotions,Impulses and desires?

Nissim too had not been aware ofThat he would be a poetJust had been writing,Trying to dispense and deliverAs fr as possible.When he started, he had several thingsBefore him to ask and know,Indo-English, Anglo-indian,Indo-Anglican, indo-Anglian,Indian poetry in English or Indian poetry in English?Should the Indians write in English? ,Should one in a second language,In an…

Aur aapke baap ki bhi thodi hai,Hindustan sabo kaa hai, Rahat Indori Saheb,Rahanaa hai, jhagada karnaa nahi hai,Indori Saheb!Hum jo anti-nationalists nahi!Hindustan is but not somebody’s father’s property,Ay-ay, it is not my father’sAnd not of your father’s,Hindustan is but of all, Rahat Indori Saheb,Have to live, have not to engage in quarrels,Indori Saheb!We but not…

Asses braying.I rocking the bands,You rocking the bands,I rolling you,You rolling meAnd we doing rock n roll,The music sounding jarring,Full of musical instrumentsAnd their soundsAnd you singingAnd I failing to take to your fineness of the throat,Your singing tone.I looking disco, you disco,The disc playing,The bell-bots, hippie-cut hair,I looking up-to-date,You too up-to-date.The hostellers and the…

In SanskritMeaning the King of Mountains,The Shailendras,Shailendra kingsIn Sumatra, Java and BaliAnd their powers exerted,A seaborne empire,The great builders and makersOf temples and Buddhist artifacts.

Shiva am I, am I, am I,I Shiva, Shiva I,Shiva Shiva, I I,Trying to see Shiva in me.I Shiva, you Shiva, try to see Shiva in youAnd you you not, Shiva are You,I Shiva, you Shiva,Shiva in me, Shiva in you.

Saying itAnd the people giving the side to.The villagers taking the cholera patientsTo the cholera wards,The T.B. patients to sanatoriums.Now want I to say it not more,Disease literature I cannot discuss it.

Even went missing forAfter a long break and a pauseFrom poetryThe poet recollecting his daysSpent in London,Journeying EuropeWith the East-West encounterEnvisagedWith his graphic pen of architectureAnd broken rhythms of verseOf the missing manWriting from the land’s end,The sea-side beachesAnd harboursAnd postsOf commercial, cosmopolitan BombayFull of hectic hectic activity,Din and bustle and it allGiving refuge toAll…

But a synthesis of cultures and tenets.A diya burning on a mazar,The mazar of a Pir.

The lions at the entranceAnd the temple in the form of a chariot designA picture at every sunrise and sunset.The sculptures in love, relationship,Erotic and sensual,At war or prayerSculpted and chiseled in stone,No less than poetry.The Jagannath Puri Temple by the sea beachWith the wooden idols ofJagannath, Balabhadra and SubhadraAnd the devotees lined up to…

I just think about,How had it been the architects and artisans at worn,Cutting, hammering and shaping the temple,How had it been the duration of time,Who can but say itIf the things lie in hiddenUnder the wrap of mythology?There is none to say about their historiography,The year of making and construction,The engineering and skill applied in,The…