Where, where Odantapuri,

The first P.M. of India,A lover of children,Childish innocence and ignorance.The holy heart, how to feel it,The holy child, how to know the pleasureOf touching its chubby cheeks,How to hear the stammering soundTo be taken to as soul’s voice?

The face powdered and creamed,Wearing the glazy dresses,I saw youWith your alighting from the train bogeyAnd moving to the open fieldOn a bullock-cart,With tents and poles and tarpaulin sheets,Camps and bivouacs.The barren stretch of land turned into a sceneryWith your coming,Your speeches and dialogues,Your sweet words and sayings,The drama girl, the drama girl,The theatre girl,The…

One knows it allAs a caged parrot too keeps saying,Sita-Ram, Sita-Ram,If it is taught.If one thinks that a poet can only experienceThen one is mistaken,The same emotion, the same feelingAre in us in the same intensity.The poet arranges and re-arranges the words,Juggles with not the balls but with the words,One cap turning into fourAnd four…

All that glitters is not gold is no doubt correct, but sometimes shine and glitter outshine the original gold and the snatchers confuse in between. But sometimes when you do not give something, it may fall heavily upon costing you dearly.

Times have changed,But the fanatics have not.The same people with old mind-set.The small and narrow-minded peopleHave remained but small and narrow.They have not advanced with time,Have not with the age,But are old and out-dated.Only times have changed,Man has not.The fanatical have fanatical,The narrow-minded have narrow-minded,Their minds have not developed.As they, I know, cannot shake offTheir…

At the end of RelationshipAnd this is in reality one of the mysteries of his poetry,The image of the dark daughter so mythical, mysterious, symbolical,Historical, artistic, aesthetic,Archival, archaeological and museumlogicalAnd here lies in the philosophy and sociologyOf his interdisciplinary poetryDrawing from history, art, culture, myth, mysticism,Society, science and paintingOr these may be the dancers dancingAnd…