You are yourself a red rose

My father is not,Dead and gone.

And The Waste Land,A poet inclined to Buddhism,Indian vision and wisdom,Western and allegorical,Symbolical and mythicalAnd mystical.Conversational in style,It is imagistic and symbolicalA heap of broken ideas and dreams,Falling images,A poem of resurrection and rejuvenation,Rebuilding and reconstruction.A poem of loss and fall,Totter and shattering of dreams,The desire to rebuild, reconstruct the images,The Waste Land is a…

Poems about poems,Means the poemsWe take them, read them,Assess and come to understand them,Critically appreciate themSimply or strugglingly.I want to write poems about poemsThe poems which moved me,The poems which I loved to read,The poems I admired and appreciated them,Can it be not a film about films,A story about stories?Let us now,As the readings are,…

Love me, love me,Just try to love meIf find you any time.Love me, love me, try to love me,Me not, him too, her too,Them tooAs it will give you happiness,The inner happinessWhich lies it within.If find you time, love me,Please love me,If find you any time,Love me, love meWithout anythingKeeping in your heart.Open your heart…

Modn, modnistic or post-modn?My grandfather and grandmother had not been,My father and motherTurned they into daddy and mummyAnd now is she mum, mom,I dad and pa.

of Manasa and ShitalaI see themwith awe and wonderand utter astonishmentMa Manasa and Shitalalooking alike,but beautiful,wooden-craftedand olddating long back to.