Sunday, April 26, 2009
The Immersion
Bedecked with all the jewels and flowers,
She came to the ghat at last...
Her face vermilion smeared,red,
As if the sun had set on her countenance...
The lonely cobalt ball of light,
Far away from the blackened sky,
Led her through the sooty water...
A chilly vacuum evades the space,
As Time dripped by through the fingers folded,
'Adieu!'-cried the pious and the plebeian,
I only tried to gulp down sadness
Through my narrow, singed throat...
The Epitaph
Here lies a body
Whose mind once possessed
An obsession-thick and sticky...
One fine morning,
Under a trance,
The body jumped off
The balcony-third floor!
And fell and fell
But failed to stop the Fall...
Now,
That you're standing, stupefied,
Infront of the obelisk,
The body-confused and shocked,
Feels a strange premonition...
You are the next to follow,
And thousands will follow you soon!
(published previously in The Statesman, 20 feb,2001)
Whose mind once possessed
An obsession-thick and sticky...
One fine morning,
Under a trance,
The body jumped off
The balcony-third floor!
And fell and fell
But failed to stop the Fall...
Now,
That you're standing, stupefied,
Infront of the obelisk,
The body-confused and shocked,
Feels a strange premonition...
You are the next to follow,
And thousands will follow you soon!
(published previously in The Statesman, 20 feb,2001)
Hey You!
Thousand years
Of Nature I sing my praise, my lord!
For all the events of history will die,
As the morns, the nights deify;
For the fire, solace in ashes finds,
And in the annals, the worm resides;
For the flower in lover's hand dies,
And the stream, in desert belies;
For all the harms and wrongs we do,
Void will eat our nothingness too;
She grows and grows till the doom,
'Thousand years a little room!'
Had I...
Thursday, April 23, 2009
boat song ii
A boat is all i have,
to go about the ocean wild;
a boat weak and old,
that has all the scars of an aged soul;
A boat is all we need to have,
to glide through the foam and surf...
to go about the ocean wild;
a boat weak and old,
that has all the scars of an aged soul;
A boat is all we need to have,
to glide through the foam and surf...
the boat song
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