The highway,

Refreshing the memoriesOf Emerson’s Brahma,Eliot’s references fromThe Brihadaranyaka Upanishad,Yeats’ of Meru and the sages of wisdom.Golden Chariots are the chariotsOf Krishna,The chariot wheels ofThe Konark Sun Temple,Of karma and dharma and time,Of KalpurushaKeeping a watch over, maintaining time.Golden Chariots is a collage ofHis ruminations and broodingsOver Ganesha, Kamakhya,Sati, Narada, Dadhichi,Brahma, Nachiketa,Mahakal Kaleshawara,Things mythical and mystical.

And without whose legacyHow to talk of modern IndiaWithout referring to Prarthana SamajAnd Oriental Studies?

With a cup of warm coffeeInto her handsAnd I sipping coffeeAnd the world appearing to beA photograph of hers,A sweet dream that am I seeing.

The most bad fellow.On reading books none could be a man of lettersOne who reads a few letters of loveCan really be a man to be reckoned with.Where do you search Me,I am by you, all around you,Search you in your heart and soulAnd presume it as the temple of Mine.Having got a cottage thatchedKeep…

Just think before saying, what are youAnd say to simplyAs my love your love,Your love my love.

To give your thesis,Anti-thesis.Modern,Modernist,Post-modnOr contemporary.

To be immersed in,Swept intoThe river watersTelling ofWhat it lived it here,What saw I it here.Ashes,Ashes,The bodily ashes,My ashes,Ashes,The remains of the body.

Falling sort ofCalling himThe father of modern Indian poetry in EnglishIs but a poster boy,A poster boy of modernismPosting and pastingThe placardsOf modernismTo display.Modernism it was thereBefore him,Still it is,But instead ofWe keep callingOut of ignorance,What modernism is aboutIn reality,When has it startedAnd who has,None knows itBefore saying?Had the radio, the watch, the cinema,The theatre,…

Taking the English poemsAs because without themOur study will be incompleteTo finish.Can one think of Indian English poetryWith animal imageryWithout mentioning Blake, Tennyson,Hughes, Hardy, Lawrence?

Reading dawn to dusk,Researching and publishing,Now want I to take a break,Maybe it that I want to forget myself as a poet.

Environmental-friendlyAfter incorporatingThe words,Acid rain, atomic summer,Environmental pollution, ecological disaster,Exotic flora and fauna on the brink of extinction,Desertion of the green earth,Genetic cloningOn an experimental basisWhich the approving P.G. HeadAsked me to remove if possibleFrom my proposed synopsis.

Over the chair he sits on.Can’t say, where has he gone,Is he within the campus or outside,Works or passes time?

Even if,Even if they are not…“Say, say you, my son,Fear you not, I am,I am with you,Say, say without hesitation, ”Said the Almighty God.My God, my God,I fear,Fear it they may hear,Overhear us talking!“Who, who will,Say you fearlessly,There’s nothing to worry, ”Added again.My God, save me, save meThe petty men writing petty-petty things,The petty-petty men…

Life is smokes,Smokes, smokes smoking,Life filled with ashes and smokes,Smokes and ashes.

InDowning the planeGliding over its surface?How the thinking and mind-setOf the people behind itAnd the working of the planAnd its execution?By downing it,What did they get,Downing a passenger planeJust for narrow politics?I doubt,Are they men,The people to be reckoned with,The people to be called human beings?

how the dream of ours,how the living of the people?

O, my Daddy!Daddy,Daddy,I love you,Love you, Daddy!

Yea, without knowing them, in my all ignorance,I called myself a poet, not a small poet, but a great poet,Asking them to write papers onAnd collecting on me,Praising for to be included inAs reviewers and critics.But something pricked it my conscience, in seeing them,The flowers blooming and fading into the woods,On the pathways,When none but…