Or frolicking them,
Hanging onto,
Blooming upon
In clusters or bunches
Decorating the tree
Flamboyant, fiery red,
Reddish, flame-red,
Ornate and flowery
And decorating the barren earth
Even in squelching, sweltering heat
Of Indian summer,
I stop by,
Pause a bit
Under it
And dream my dream
Of bringing a bride
In sixteen shringaras,
In Benarasi handloom silk sari,
Embroidered and brocaded,
Kajal, tikli, bangles, myrtle, vermillion
And others
The layers of consciousnessAnd dreams.FreudBorn to Galician Jew parentsLived in ViennaExpatriated to England.Annotating id, ego, super ego,Dream interpretationWith the Oedipus complex,Human bebahivour and sexuality.FreudA practising doctorOf neurology, psychopathology,A doctor clinical, mental.Reading the human mi8ndWhat it ails it,Human behaviourWhat it takes over.Human guilt,Suppression or repression of desire,How to annotate it,The layers of consciousness?
With the monotony of Western discourses,Critical theories,Nay colorful and painted,But a Leftist discussionTaking it otherwiseInterpreting in termsOf colonial hegemony,Western interests,Not understanding.
I do not write the poems keeping in view the epical formats, but the poems get tagged to naturally to take the canvas and length of epical poems and so the case is with my Rama poems which I have been intermittently to discharge my emotions and feelings just as a compensation for from time…
The women, widows and childrenTo thinkWhat have weFor themAfter the attainment of freedom?
God knows it?I am your Sir,You my Sir,We all sirs,Big Sir or Small Sir.
Her dad may be conservative,But she is not at all.
