Is a book of verse
Conversational, prosaic
And jazz
Celebrating the beat movement
Written for psychic healing,
Trying to recuperate,
Making for loss.
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There are many to say,
To say it,I love youBut how many of usLove it the heart,The soul,Say You?Say you, I shall not,But you will,How many of usFor true love,How much sincereAre we to each other?As I can see it from hereAnd feel it too,Love is not loveAs the forced smilesOf the modern man put on artificially,Handshaking coldly,Just for courtesy’s…
What this mass exodus is for,
Leaving their homesFor the U.S.Which but I do not,Do not know?Where are they going,Going toCrossing over the rivers,Where, where toThe GuatemalansRisking the perils of the journey?
A Singer of Rama! (Rama Poetry)
How many of us know it Rama? Where is he Rama? Rama is in heart, is in soul. One should have the quest, the spiritual quest to search him. The feeling and emotion of lost love also give a colouring to it imparting a symbolical and mystical meaning. It is true that nothing can happen…
Sir, where is the Ph.D. mart,
Where is the Ph.D. mart?I want to be a Ph.D.She asked about it.Again added she,What will take?I shall not write,He will,I mean my guide.
Dam maro dam, sing you
From a clayware,A clay pipeTo smoke in ganja,Dam maro dam,Ganja tano tum,Hare Krishna hare Ram,Dam maro dam,Ganja tano tum,Ganaja tanoAur gana gao.Yah kiska dam hain, bhaiyya,Ganja ka,Chilum she ganja leta huya.Dam-strength, stamina, maro-take you at a stretch, ganja-marijuana
I thinking about my mother
Seeing the older albums,The old house where I used to live,The river ghatWhere I had burnt my father,The lonely backyard of my houseWhere I burnt my mother.The older things bring outReminiscences and memories,Refreshing themWith a mere sighting of these,Older faces and acquaintances,Older houses and places of meetings.Older books and Ph.D. theses olderCan also bring aboutMemories…