blue, blue,
blue, blue,
eyes,
eyes, eyes,
blue, blue
taking me,
taking me,
me far,
far, far,
far from
your,
your glue, blue
eyes, eyes,
your blue, blue
eyes, eyes
my love,
love,
your,
your blue,
blue, blue eyes,
your blue,
blue, blue eyes,
the girl,
girl sitting,
sitting with
the blue, blue eyes,
blue-blue…
Centuries and centuries ago,The place I am standing upon?Is the earth a burial and a burning groundAs the place I am standing uponThere burnt a body long and long ago?Which but know I not, which but see I not,Into the deadland live I,Standing on a plot and piece of landWhere my house is,There too had…
One border to anotherLike the footsoldiers,Armless and empty-handed,Telling of the apathy of the politiciansWith no kindness for humanity,All for chair to sit on.Khushwant Singh in Train to Pakistan,Krishan Chander in The Peshawar ExpressAnd K.A.Abbas with The Refugee,Marking the whirlwindUprooting it allAnd all discussing die in harness cases,Life in bivouacs and camps,The people turned homeless, shelterlessAs…
Mass,Spirit.Prakriti,Purusha,Lingam,Yoni.Darkness,LightAnd the gloomEncircling.
Or in groupsDancing,Dancing strangelyWith finger snapping,Circular movement,Just like the circus artistes,The musicians too with the accordion, the bagpipe,The men and women too dressed strangelyDancing at their places,Splitting and pairing.
Leave you the drama ofColonialism, post-colonialism?
Teaching you sitarAnd the Indian raagas?
