</>So that is how it is!
Its not as if the sun comes up
and the sky is abruptly glorious
and everything suddenly spurts and blooms.
...
All true the spattering of rain
upon the disillusioned and the brave
dousing grasshoppers and crowds
intentional and knave
...
Once more along a bracken wood walk
where the branches whisper their family secrets
while mynas admonish
restless baby monkeys
...
I watch the bleating evening clouds
Explain themselves to soaring trees
Who wield their sticks on swaying knees.
...
My goldfish died
She lay there floating in her morning bowl
while her sister chewed upon her guts
in silent rebellion
...
They all weep.
War poems, Documentary scripts
File pictures, all cry that
War is about the brave men;
...
You saw her striding through her life
shaking off the relics of her own penury of purpose;
Her eyes seeking without knowing.
You watched as she hastily dried the rain
...
Walk away into the other room.Walk away.
What will I find there except a void
full of all that is not the previous room.
A better void because it is
...
Aatmaa
aatmaa he said
your soul
it must awaken
it sleeps the sleep of the untried
I unhitch my sari
lift its end over
to cover my head
there must be some truth
in what he says
he is the guru
I the creature
of questions
without answers
I bow low in reverence
and know
that only my humility
is the answer
to a question I never asked...
Migrant Bird