So full of stars and their twinkles,
So glistening with moonshine,
Writing my love poetry,
Dreaming of my sweet love.
The blooms scattering over slowly,
The small-small white petals,
Fair and fragrant, fresh and fine,
Dew-laced, mist-smeared,
Scattered over ground
And I in a reclined state dreaming about
Her sweetly.
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Indian English poetry criticism
A literary surveyPersonal and subjectiveDrawing and deriving fromContacts and access,Blurbs and promises.Here in such a domain,The novices call themselves doyens,We mean the literary surveyorsPresenting themselves as theorists,The poets too evolvingFrom their first poemsAnd the ramshackle critic too evolving.Indian English poetry criticism is a studyOf not the poetry volumes,But in parodies and imitation,Impact and influencesAnd borrowings,Written…
The kite
Circling and circling overAnd to perch uponOr pickNear the municipal heapFull of stench and foulStill catch my eyes,Fill the heart with joyTo see that someone stillDoes the jobWith much zest and spiritWhen all the else have leftOr say care it notFor scavenging.
In Edward Said’s Orientalism,
Of the Orient,But of the Occident.Even Palestine cannot compromiseWith Israel,What to say it more?
Your face,
Do you know?The moon.Your lips,What do they,Do you know?Pink roses.Your cheeks,What do they call it,Do you?Appleyish.My mistress, let me, let me see youBefore I go away,Let me, let me view you, my loveBefore I go away.
Satpura ke ghane jungle
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.
Your smile,
capturedin a photographtaken by the camera,your smile,smilecapturedin a photo.