The cheetah with slim body,

As the number of man has lessened.

The lost childAnd its innocence, ignorance.With the growing age and changing timesHow have I changedThink I,The child in me is lost now.

Poetry flowering in stone,The lotus carved out of a stone chunk.

I mean meditative reflection and cosmic contemplation,A proper realisation of Om,The Soul and the Supreme Soul, Atman and Parmatman,Pran-vayu, Life-spirit, Jivan-dhara, Life-consciousness,Papa-punya, sin and virtue,Worldly and meataphysical, bodily and heavenly things.Meditate, meditate and reflect upon,Try to relaise and feel withinThe Existence,the Divine Existence and Providence of His,Whose bounties and blessings we can see manifestIn the…

IntoThe layersOf consciousnessAnd poetryComing to meAbnormally,The poetry ofAbnormal mind,Abnormal living.

Politicking he.An Indian politician,How to be a minister?

Mom, mum, mummyAnd the mum not an Egyptian mummy,Again, changing the tone and tuning, mama, mamma,Rounding the hands around her neckAnd my heart gaga,O, whistle you a song!Oh, the mom’ the word!But the mummy keeping mum,Hearing all that.

My shy and coy mistress,In the dark you going on a bullock-cart to your country homeAnd I seeing you hidingly.

An English girl doing the hand-shakeWith meAnd the people seeing itHere in IndiaAs doubting Thomases,Something-something,Something is therein.

The heart goes on callingBut on her part,Unresponsive stands she still?And finding it not the answer, I think within,Has she left for elsewhere,Is Chandramukhi not,Has she left the place for ever?A beautiful girl, fairly white and nice-looking,I used to love her so muchBut society sood it in betweenAnd it would compelled her to leave the…

As I have come to realize it,I am a traveler from farAnd have to go there.

And I remember, rememberHow my mother was!