Longings from a Distant Shore
Eager voices prowl about an empty tongue,
the glib talk is around:
wails of the writhing ones reach up to the sky...
‘what am I doing haunting streets that I never belong to?’
To be alone,
sequestered like a liar’s truth...
‘what am I doing haunting the back-streets across black-waters?’
Desperate like an elliptical hangover
it does not profit at all:
an ambiguous statement, Delphic oracle and us!
devoid of direction, bereft of soil,
sinking in the whirlpool and trying to become tubers,
we are Wordsworths in Bonsai Woods -
children lost in a shopping mall.
- (written for an anguished friend abroad)
Optimistic Advice for Another Day
Mixed emotions make bundled contradictions
ripping skin and discording blood veins;
when it reaches the core
you’ve had it;
half the time when you are down
you are out too -
feelings lead to fatigue
even as nostalgia leads to a trip through unknown,
when it is averted
you have achieved it,
(coming successfully)
like a football player, like a yogi,
(numbed of physique), going through motions spiritedly
reaching dispassionately for the goal...
let out a primeval yell - the world responds.
victory is just a victory without conquest
conquering is all
lie down on a table tranquilized
see, just don’t feel, the operation performed
be part of it
the spirit shall conquer!
I cannot, never been able to
for I am dead, dead to my environs.
Reorientation
1
Jagged, let go your silence
And let the city strum the strings of turmoil.
Where rats chase lions
Elephants shy away from deer
And foxes go straight
Impale your thoughts
And let Caeser die:
He cannot breathe these mutations.
2
The impulse to create has shifted:
Medals and awards are easily returned
Kids are easily made
than works of art.
3
Talks are on about ozone layers (still!)
And hairs on bald head:
Incongruity turns the logic of existence...
4
O Casanova,
Extend no more the dechastising of a male
As another aberration, mere obvious illusion
Because humanity believes in beliefs:
There is more to life,
On either side,
Than eggs with bacon.
The Advantages of Being a Hindu
I pass them
the copywriting chicks twinkle
their yellow teeth in flourescent braces,
kept safe-vaulted in lip-sticked exaggerations;
the unemployed loaf around theatres
with girls in hip-hugging garbs;
prostitutes get down from policevans
heading to courts,
bribing out their passionate pleas.
I try to marvel at red-buildings
erected by Indo-Saracenic colonists
with servile, beedi-stenched masons -
but my thoughts get side-tracked,
return to ad-agency cousins
whose graphic breasts kindle my verbal creativity!
A sentimental slogan comes as timely reminder:
“Hinduism expects you to respect Sita and Nalayini!”
I safely decide to search
an accommodating Draupadi
and have a go at Arundati, too...
In this land Bharat
where
“Hinduism regards chastity and respects women”
I am a Hindu,
All Indians are my bhais and behans.