As the night deepens
Clusters of fireflies rise from
The depths of the earth.
The one-legged crow
Proclaimed pilgrim arrivals
In the temple town.
Women danced dimsa
Men drank cups of wine all night
Drums beat in frenzy.
They all went beyond
The mountains never to return
We see them in dreams.
A boy walked away
From the orange sea-sun and
Idly prancing crows.
These white robed monks came
From nowhere but are real men
With real cloth bags.
The palace reached skies
In its shadow lay kings and
Their faceless women.
Words are giggling girls
Playing in moon, ponytails
Going up and down.
Words hum like the leaves
Of the tree when the wind comes
From across the hills.
The sea has risen
Only when the night is born
Will the sea calm down.
The boat stood brooding
Near the jetty, its stomach
Full with sea-secrets.
Our train chugged and first
The coconuts ran to the hills
Chillies went red in face.
Our train burst in ire
Lacking its former steam puff
As stones hit her below belt.
Fresh coffee drip-drops
In filter,its aroma covering
Blood , gore of morning news.
A little white girl crawls on the grass
Behind the sinuous coconut tree
Chasing the white-leaping rabbit.
My birds are twittering constantly
Amid scattered sounds and sun's rays.
My mornings are many-hued skies
Rising from treet...
Sanchi’s golden brown stone dust settles
On the beauty-things of the hazy mind .
At the end of the street they all disappear
Where there is a blind turn, a dead-end.
At the Kappad beach

Vasco Da Gama’s stone tablet stood
In history’s powdered rock and sand
And broken -colored boat masts.
Several worn-out paths
winded to forgot ruins
There they stopped midway
 vanishing in bushes.
That night was hope and some angst
While nothing ever happened , it would.
The flowers would not talk to us
Of the pain of petals unfolding
When stars sprinkled dust on our roof
And the night’s que...
On the dry riverbed

The water was green and cool
Only the machines no longer whirred
And their men no more
Shouted in the...
Buffaloes on the riverbed

Everything was the same,
 even the buffaloes
And their eyes were vacant
as always.
The grass swayed gently on the bed
 When the wind called in the noon.
The Sabarmati bridge

The shallow waters dealt with the bridge
On which people went up and down.
Good morning, Mumbai

The roads were picture-perfect with rocks
overflowing
Haji Ali mysteries near the winding flyover
Ca...
My morning in Mumbai :

My morning came back full of feisty crows
Fed on Mumbai garbages and fetid sea-fish
Of the harbor’...
In the hollow of my downy back
Your after-being remains as refusal.
There was wind in the hair
My thoughts fell into the skin
When everything happened
Nothing actually occurred
In the horizon I looked far enough
And deep in the tree’s silences
The leaves rustled in the night.
Refusal

I know you have said that enough
In the day’s heat and moon’s eclipse.
Up there the cosmic egg flickered
Beyond the trees
The blue emitted golden rays
In the silky clouds there.
This summer seemed undecided
When the monsoon shall begin
In the salt water and hills
To journey across the mountains
And ...
Yesterday morning a little bird shrieked on
the wire
My garden was full of them and under them,
below the wires.
She does not speak to me in several dreams
on my pillow
I know she is now in the other room, the far
corner one.
Darkness drowns us all,bush,hills and sky
Except the hum of the sea-waves.
When you walk alone under the stars
The night bush exists separate from you
Just a speck of black ,for a while.
Their men’s bloated egos did not show on
their faces
Their egos showed on the women’s stomachs
On the little heirs who cam...
When the silks arrived they forgot
 women’s faces
The women sat gossiping about
other women
 Other women in harem and thei...
Sultans and their faceless women

The women's drapery
Interrupted their noses
And seeing eyes
Under vaulting domes
And res...
There is a chimera on the tarred road
A woman with a metal pot on head
Poetry strikes in the whir of the head
A body postu...
The prostate enlargement

As love’s summers passed for wintry nights
The joke is now on me prostate and falling
And now I ...
The E.C.G.technician

A white ghost with a tail in his neck
Watched the geometry of my heart
On the flatness of a luminous...
They do not harm ,these green snakes
 But their slither-feel is so much disagreeable
And they merge so effortlessly in her...
At night she burrowed her face in the pillow
As they dreamed together their joint dreams
And some times their separate dre...
Love was truly a splendorous thing
Behind closed doors and drawn curtains.
Children played in the compound,collecting
Warm twigs for the ensuing festival bonfire.
Images crowded like people ,in the mind
As the noisy train fan whirred pointlessly.
My mother

All the while we chant strange words
That mean nothing to us or to her
Our words are ashes ,our love ashes
A ba...
River noise and river silence
Swept by leaning trees and rocks
Carry ashes of our living since dead.
At dusk cream-colored mosquito-nets
Hid shadows coalescing into each other
Outside the autumn leaves fell
Carpeting the ga...
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  1. 1. As the night deepens Clusters of fireflies rise from The depths of the earth.
  2. 2. The one-legged crow Proclaimed pilgrim arrivals In the temple town.
  3. 3. Women danced dimsa Men drank cups of wine all night Drums beat in frenzy.
  4. 4. They all went beyond The mountains never to return We see them in dreams.
  5. 5. A boy walked away From the orange sea-sun and Idly prancing crows.
  6. 6. These white robed monks came From nowhere but are real men With real cloth bags.
  7. 7. The palace reached skies In its shadow lay kings and Their faceless women.
  8. 8. Words are giggling girls Playing in moon, ponytails Going up and down.
  9. 9. Words hum like the leaves Of the tree when the wind comes From across the hills.
  10. 10. The sea has risen Only when the night is born Will the sea calm down.
  11. 11. The boat stood brooding Near the jetty, its stomach Full with sea-secrets.
  12. 12. Our train chugged and first The coconuts ran to the hills Chillies went red in face.
  13. 13. Our train burst in ire Lacking its former steam puff As stones hit her below belt.
  14. 14. Fresh coffee drip-drops In filter,its aroma covering Blood , gore of morning news.
  15. 15. A little white girl crawls on the grass Behind the sinuous coconut tree Chasing the white-leaping rabbit.
  16. 16. My birds are twittering constantly Amid scattered sounds and sun's rays. My mornings are many-hued skies Rising from treetops of bird-songs.
  17. 17. Sanchi’s golden brown stone dust settles On the beauty-things of the hazy mind .
  18. 18. At the end of the street they all disappear Where there is a blind turn, a dead-end.
  19. 19. At the Kappad beach Vasco Da Gama’s stone tablet stood In history’s powdered rock and sand And broken -colored boat masts.
  20. 20. Several worn-out paths winded to forgot ruins There they stopped midway vanishing in bushes.
  21. 21. That night was hope and some angst While nothing ever happened , it would.
  22. 22. The flowers would not talk to us Of the pain of petals unfolding When stars sprinkled dust on our roof And the night’s queen whitely bloomed .
  23. 23. On the dry riverbed The water was green and cool Only the machines no longer whirred And their men no more Shouted in the wind.
  24. 24. Buffaloes on the riverbed Everything was the same, even the buffaloes And their eyes were vacant as always.
  25. 25. The grass swayed gently on the bed When the wind called in the noon.
  26. 26. The Sabarmati bridge The shallow waters dealt with the bridge On which people went up and down.
  27. 27. Good morning, Mumbai The roads were picture-perfect with rocks overflowing Haji Ali mysteries near the winding flyover Car horns meshing with crow's caws.
  28. 28. My morning in Mumbai : My morning came back full of feisty crows Fed on Mumbai garbages and fetid sea-fish Of the harbor’s heights.
  29. 29. In the hollow of my downy back Your after-being remains as refusal.
  30. 30. There was wind in the hair My thoughts fell into the skin When everything happened Nothing actually occurred
  31. 31. In the horizon I looked far enough And deep in the tree’s silences The leaves rustled in the night.
  32. 32. Refusal I know you have said that enough In the day’s heat and moon’s eclipse.
  33. 33. Up there the cosmic egg flickered Beyond the trees The blue emitted golden rays In the silky clouds there.
  34. 34. This summer seemed undecided When the monsoon shall begin In the salt water and hills To journey across the mountains And windy coconuts.
  35. 35. Yesterday morning a little bird shrieked on the wire My garden was full of them and under them, below the wires.
  36. 36. She does not speak to me in several dreams on my pillow I know she is now in the other room, the far corner one.
  37. 37. Darkness drowns us all,bush,hills and sky Except the hum of the sea-waves.
  38. 38. When you walk alone under the stars The night bush exists separate from you Just a speck of black ,for a while.
  39. 39. Their men’s bloated egos did not show on their faces Their egos showed on the women’s stomachs On the little heirs who came from there.
  40. 40. When the silks arrived they forgot women’s faces The women sat gossiping about other women Other women in harem and their fine draperies.
  41. 41. Sultans and their faceless women The women's drapery Interrupted their noses And seeing eyes Under vaulting domes And resounding halls.
  42. 42. There is a chimera on the tarred road A woman with a metal pot on head Poetry strikes in the whir of the head A body posture replying.
  43. 43. The prostate enlargement As love’s summers passed for wintry nights The joke is now on me prostate and falling And now I try to make pretty poetry out of it.
  44. 44. The E.C.G.technician A white ghost with a tail in his neck Watched the geometry of my heart On the flatness of a luminous world .
  45. 45. They do not harm ,these green snakes But their slither-feel is so much disagreeable And they merge so effortlessly in her shadows.
  46. 46. At night she burrowed her face in the pillow As they dreamed together their joint dreams And some times their separate dreams.
  47. 47. Love was truly a splendorous thing Behind closed doors and drawn curtains.
  48. 48. Children played in the compound,collecting Warm twigs for the ensuing festival bonfire.
  49. 49. Images crowded like people ,in the mind As the noisy train fan whirred pointlessly.
  50. 50. My mother All the while we chant strange words That mean nothing to us or to her Our words are ashes ,our love ashes A bag of of yellowed bones .
  51. 51. River noise and river silence Swept by leaning trees and rocks Carry ashes of our living since dead.
  52. 52. At dusk cream-colored mosquito-nets Hid shadows coalescing into each other Outside the autumn leaves fell Carpeting the garden floor

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