Adapted to the colder climes
Icy and snowy
Walking on the snow, ice,
Digging for,
Playing on
And fighting with
Is their life,
Their habitat and behaviour.
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I just see him with wonder and amazement
A Pir, a Sufi,A Fakir, a SamadhistAnd above all, a Guru.
O singer,
Do not, do not weep you,I am, I am with you, with you, brother,Do not, do notAs I cannot, cannot see, see you in tears!And the singer stopped he from weeping,Breaking down inconsolably,Wiping out the tears himselfWith his hands and torn shirt and pantsWhich after seeing it I could not check myselfAs Rama wept for…
I wanted you
but my dream remained a dreamand you could not be mine,you could not be.
Where that classical scholarship, where that classical scholar,
A golden era gone by?
Swami Vivekananda’s guru
Talk IAs such was the teacher,As such mystical and spiritual,The religious teacher,The priest of Kali,The devotee of Kali,Sharing devotional talks,Invoking and talking with herMystically.
The myths of modernity
A world travelledAnd toured,The olden mythsOf Soviet Union,Kiev visitedAs a writerDuringAn exchange programme,Bhopal seen,Bombay ruminated.A poet of the commuter fatherAlways travelling,The old banyan tree cutFor the new mansion,The son’s hazy memory,The beaches of BombayAnd the cities and townsVisited and re-visited,He takes a note ofAll thatWith the passing comments of ownTo be transmuted as poesyRevealing, divulgingThe…
Save their habitat
With the sea ice.
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The daughters of maya, call they, know I it, but we it not
My maya for her and her maya for me,My daughter my maya for her and her affection for me,Filial and paternal.The daughters of maya are they, the siblings of emotion and affectionate bonding,Break them not, their poor heart, their little heart,Their love and emotional bonding,Their maya, their hope and expectation,As have you seen a father…
Krishna-Krishna, Rama-Rama,
Krishna-Krishna, Rama-Rama,Rama-Rama, Krishna-Krishna,O sing you, sing you, friends,Clapping, clapping and dancing,Rama-Rama, Krishna-Krishna,O sing, sing you, friends,Hare Rama, hare Krishna,Krishna-Krishna, Rama-Rama,Friends, you have seen,You have understood,No life, there is no lifeWithout hare Rama, hare Krishna,Hare Rama, hare Krishna,Sing, sing you, Rama-Rama,Krishna-Krishna just for some time,Some time, thanks, thank you, friends!
The third To Think of Time as a recurrent part of Leaves of Grass,
The poet Whitman tries to see time in a flux,A changing state of life and time,Reflecting on the past, the present and the future,What it to live by,What did it liveAnd what will it tomorrow?The houses we build are the houses of time,Its span and duration,With a life of some seventy to eights years’ spanBut…
Whenever I feel sad,
From overhead,Sai Baba,Sai Baba of Puttaparthi,I walking down my steps,Covering my steps hastily,Under the shadow of Sai Baba,A huge portrait from overhead overlooking us.
Half-fed and half-clothed,
But affectionate and loving,Caring and workingThe little country daughter,Keeping the younger brother in her lapShe playing and doing the work,Helping her mother,Even being hungry,Taking food late into the day,Just the left-overs in her lot,But still she is happyIn a poor and dirty attire of hers,A little girl in a frockCarrying the load of her brother.
My mind goes to that Rajasthan
Travel and journeyIn the desert sands,The ship of the desert,The camels trudging,Trudging the ways,Making forays intoSaddled and going,The hunch-backed camels,Bizarre-figured,Going from big to small,Small to big in figureAnd structure.Traditionally clothedRajasthanis, desert peopleOn the camel-backsSaddled and goingWith loadsAnd the camel trudging,Trudging through,Makina way intoThe desert,The icon of Rajasthan,The beauty of the landscape,The prosperity of rural folks.The…