The drunkard having

Spread overA landscape wild,High and lowWith the waters greenAnd the skies blueShaded against the hillsWith the vegetationTangling with creepers,Leaves fallen and rotting,Bushes and shrubsIn a dormant slumberAnd awakingWith the birds and insects,Serpents and jackalsAnd the huts of the tribals,All primitive and pristine,Full of greenery and vegetationRunning amok and wildly.

Return, return the golden statue,The spade falling overAnd clink the statue striking!You give me, my anandamurti, the anandamurti of Radha and Krishna,Blackly, but golden,Murari with a flute flutingAnd Radha the consort together with,Seated on a lotus!My archaeology, my histriography, you return me, return me,Strike not hard as there liesThe ancient golden statue,Of Murari and his…

Daru,Indian daru,Deshi or videshiIf he can afford to buyCountry or foreign liquor.

Dark is beautiful,Lovely and beautiful.Dark is dark, let it beAs we cannot unravel it,What it is dark, will beAs haven’t you heard it, dark is beautiful?

Horn for a few seconds,Crossing,Crossing over and passing,One in one directionAnother in the otherOn the highlandat day endWith the wagons,Wagons so manyLike the boxes,Matchboxes taggedAnd joinedGoing,Going, but where?Where to shunt and wait for,Where to station,Where the halt,Where the stationAs similar the goods train of life,No rest is in,When will the journey end,To keep goingAnd going?

Hanging near the near.A small earthenware urnWith the ashesAnd the unburnt navel of hers,But covered with clay,I found it hangingNear my gate,My last hope of getting solace from,But it too remained it not for a long time.The asthi-kalasha of my fatherLay it hanging from the stem of the old peepul treeStanding on the river-bankOf my…