Kabuliwala Poem by ananda majumder

Roaring sky, baby clouds gather around, as construed in old text
Sod is wet; life of grapes returns back, enliven yet to be;
Bungalow is awaiting char in sunglow
Bequeathed from Babur to Ananda, unmindful dream, hilariously delusional
Breaks windows, pierce through eyes, make me a wanderer at bay

Snarling sky dribbling went unheeded
Rafter gained architecture of nervous system, vibration stops from existing
But inside!
My house rise high and connected up in the ecstatic void of “Nothing”

Resuming the body for gaining beauty
I don’t care who you are!
But, do your embodiment of mine____

Rains are rustic, bulimic nature, nauseating history in the making
Tantalizing my heart, the first debut of dove in morn, gone away