From Wordsworth to Lawrence
To Hughes and Larkin.
India of the bullock-carts, horse-carriages,
Asses of the washer-men going to the ghat,
Cheetahs gone extinct, hunted down,
Snake-charmers with the cobras
Playing the wooden instrument,
Hanumans going with their teams,
Black-mouthed, white-haired,
Small breed rhesus monkeys
Red-mouthed and beautiful,
How to describe, put to words
An exotic India of strange flora and fauna?
Bhubaneswar,Puri.A poet of silence,Serenade,Quietude.The swans flying,Seascapes,Sea shores and sea beaches.So private, so personal,Image-drawingAnd reflective.Full of twitches,Coquetry,Conspiracy.The winds blowing,Heat waves perspiring,Scorching.
A golden era gone by?
Chahe wo left ho yaa right,Right yaa left,Gandi rajneeti desh ke hit meiThik nahi,Gandi rajneeti karnaa.They are doing dirty politics,In Delhi they are doing it dirty politics,Whatever be he a leftist or a rightist,A rightist or a leftist,Dirty politics in the interest of the countryIs not at all good.
As no shayar,No shayar am I,Am I,But since when,Since whenHave I,Have I seen,Seen you,Am I,Am I a shayar,Since when,Since whenHave I,Have I seen,Seen youI a shayar,A shayarAnd you,You my shayarana andaz,Andaz,Darling,Darling,Romantic wisp and whiffOf imagination,Sweet redolence comingFrom jasmines,Since when,Since whenHave I,Have I seen you, darling,Just caught,Caught a glimpseOf your faceAnd saw I,Saw I,I, you,You with…
But what Mother Yasoda to say?What it to say about he colours of love?How one gets coloured in?Who says,You are dark,You my son,How can it be? ,They just saying to tease you,Mother Yasoda said it to child Krishna.
What it is will remain the same tomorrowOnly the things will change it.
