Shiv K.Kumar, your poetry,
Your poetry
Is the poetry of flesh and blood,
Attraction and repulsion,
Give and take,
Man-woman relationship,
Sensual and erotic.
You a student, a student of
Vatsyayana,
Freud,
Lawrence
And Rajneesh,
Talking of Rajneesh's theory
Of sambhoga to samadhi
And you heroine a Rajneeshite yogan in love.
Under the attic of the night
Fragrant with wild jasmines
Exotic and perfumed
You feeling the scent of
Night queen and kaamini blossoms,
Your smell is a scent of cashew blossoms,
The smell of roses.
Shiv K.Kumar, your protagonist a sadhu,
An Indian babji,
Fraud and fake
Smoking in ganja from an earthen clay-ware
In your hut
Sitting with the disciple beloved hypnotized,
Enticed and eloped with.
Your story of the guru-shisya prem,
A hysteric girl running out
And under the open skies
Sitting under a tree,
Your heroine
A Kamala,
A Lawrentine character.
And you a visitor of the frescoes
Of Khajuraho and Konark,
Marking the frescoes in love,
Lust and relationship,
The voluptuous sculptures and figurines
Making unreasonable love,
Unaware of the world-view
And their sighting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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