Tiger

Heartlessly, soullesslyIf not held in confidence?

Never have you tried to know that,To feel it,How the pains raking it!My pain the pain of my heart,My own,Which but you know not,How does it rake the poor heart!Many a day have I thought that I shall not,But my nostalgia, homesicknessWhom to tell, whom to share withAs my days spent they thereAnd I think…

I am hearing, hearingThe music of yours,The rhythm of speech,The cadence of melody,The falling and rising pitchOf speech,The music of life,Rhythm of speech,Rhythm of life!Elizabeth Bishop,Bishop,You in the need of music,Music of lifeAnd its melody,Melody breakingWith the cadence of speech,Rising and falling pitch of sound,Sound sonorous and musical!With Worcester, Massachusetts,Florida in image and pictureAnd mind,You…

Chaitra and Baisakh,The monthsBlazing and burningIn the heat of the sun,The fireball over,Below the earth parching,Cracking,Roasting.

Turbaned and in dhoti and kurtaAnd a linen towel on the shouldersWith a stick into the handsAnd the oxen taking the bride awayTo her in-laws’ home.Tears are in the eyes, the eyes red with the tears,Welling up in, falling down,Trickling the cheeks,She a poor village girl, simple and innocentRemembering and going,Under the veil of a…

And the path it lighting upon,Decorating the night,The bushes and the creepers,Flying into skies.A yellowish and grey looking worm,With the dotted eyes,It keeps lighting and radiatingThe bushes and the creepersAnd the paths lonely.When not with the lightReturning all alone on the muddy ways,I fearing the snakes,Find you lighting,Glowing and glimmering.The glow worm a strange gift…