Wednesday, 29 August 2012

The Last Moment

I opened that room
With a creaking sound.
It was inundated with smoky darkness
And deserted.
A walking stick stands still in a corner,
A big row of medicine bottles 
On the window side,
A spectacle on the table,
And an Ayurvedic smell in the air,
And at last,
A stamp pad left open
In the place of a glass of water in half
And the lost drops on the pillow...

Devi

Mother said:
My son see this
This is the Devi 
And have a dharshan.
But Mom, she is naked
Said the boy with a smile.
Are goddesses uncivilised?
Son asked.
Don't say so,
We are mere humans
My son and me will be cursed.
Mother said with a prayer.
Son looked at the Devi's breasts
And imagined the future devees.

Friday, 24 August 2012

A Black Cat

I sat alone
On that broken bench
To view something new,
But no new
Only the black cat in the corridor,
With white eyes on my face,
Frightening and frightened.
I smiled at him/her.
Then that came to me.
As the world is hurled at me.
What is a cat?
I asked myself.
Is it the fear that God created for the human?
Or is it the goddess of mystery in this world...?
Let me ask him/her.
I turned to ask it.
But that is nowhere...
Is it gone?
Never came to me in reality?
Was I dreaming?
Somebody said: ' No'
"That is the Black Cat "

Thursday, 9 August 2012

The Birds

The birds on the wire...
The first swung forward in the wind
The second fluttered  the wings to be on it.
The third laughed at the both.
The fourth danced well.
The fifth sang for the dancer.
The sixth beckoned its lover.
The seventh saw the rain on the hill.
The eight chirped the message.
The ninth opened its bills for the drops.
The tenth thought about the mirth they had.
The last, I 
In the shower of the spring
Still in the muse of the dream...
 

Sunday, 5 August 2012

The Black Ant


The Black Ant

The black on the white floor
Like the Black in the White land.
Working hard,
Wandering inside
The four lines of the floor tile
 In the square walls of my room…
In this floor
No White Ant is found
Only some Termits
Who are born to despise others…

A Self -Taken Photo


A Self -Taken Photo

I took a photo
Of mine;
Nine times for the fine.
I didn’t say “smile”,
No make-ups
No good looks.
I looked for my real face
To fix on wall forever
For others.
Perhaps for you…

Let’s Go


Let’s Go

Let’s go
To get her
Together.
But who will?