Rain, Isolation, Self-Analysis
'The world is myself; life is myself'. - Wallace Stevens
1.
The gray has delivered a calm emptiness,
over subdued thinkers and lonely movers,
who look through windows and the windowless.
It is like old men relinquishing ornery youth,
relinquishing the spirit of the hipster years,
and within this approaching, full downpour,
Ye Idyll Of Ye Hippopopotamus
With a Methodist hymn in his musical throat,
The Sun was emitting his ultimate note;
His quivering larynx enwrinkled the sea
Like an Ichthyosaurian blowing his tea;
When sweetly and pensively rattled and rang
This plaint which an Hippopopotamus sang:
'O, Camomile, Calabash, Cartilage-pie,
Spread for my spirit a peppermint fry;
Crown me with doughnuts, and drape me with cheese,
....Sonnet Xiii....
She wrote:
i replayed:
Jesus Wept
Fiscal Conservatism
Blatantly destroying
Social consciousness
While piously drawing
Parallels of righteousness
To its Christian views..
As the mantra of Christ
..Is hypocritically abused
*
Bah
I am a coffin,
I am the dark knots of wood
That cover the rotting corpse,
And horrors of death.
I am mascara,
I am the black strands of poisen
That coat and hide tearful eyes,
But no more than needs to be.
I am a curtain,
I am a sheet of cotton
Conservatism
Conservatism is the process
That admits not anything first.
Religions are kept alive
Solely on conservatism.
21.04.2007
Cynical
Sarcastic?
I am not!
I am cynical.
With touches of skepticism,
Sautéed with the best of dysfunctions...
And blessed to have a blend of conservatism,
Spiced to delight my sometimes liberal...
Yet most times nonconformist tastes!
Now take your judgemental ass somewhere else!
A Bihari Fool Asking His Daughter
A Bihari fool,
Dressed in clumsy white dhoti and kurta,
With a tikki,
A clamp of hair
Hanging from the crown of the head,
A blunt fool indeed,
Never a classical Sanskrit scholar
Questioning and inquiring his innocent daughter,
'Why did you,
Did you smile on seeing a boy? '
Mulk Raj Anand (A Long Poem)
Mulk Raj Anand,
Say you, how to research you,
A novelist Indian
Whose novels read not the Indians,
But the foreigners
As for interpreting caste, class and society,
The ismic India of the ismic people?
While travelling in the trains and buses,
People asked about the caste and class
Mulk Raj Anand (Ii)
Mulk Raj Anand,
Say you, how to research you,
A novelist Indian
Whose novels read not the Indians,
But the foreigners
As for interpreting caste, class and society,
The ismic India of the ismic people?
While travelling in the trains and buses,
People asked about the caste and class
Ancient Doweer, Modern Heritage
What Wordsworth terms “our ancient Dower, ”
describing heritage of Britain,
has faded like the fresher flower
of the USA. Unwritten
the rules that governed both these places
when people, poor no less than rich,
felt unity to be the basis
of an inherent heritage
which Britons claimed as ancient, and
Americans claimed as brand new
He Do Polite In Different Voices
HE DO POLITE IN DIFFERENT VOICES
He do polite in different voices,
as well as those most impolite,
but whether Eliot's or Joyce's,
he's hesitant to start a fight,
believing he can reconcile
opposites which, diametric,
he brings together with a smile
Hypocrites...All….Singing Yesterday's Song
Politics the game…of smoke and mirrors
…..Reverend Wright…..Obama's wrong
Scalise..the pride…of Dukedom's hour
Hypocrites caught-up in yesterday's song
'Conservatism'…simply..a theoretical farce
….'Fiscal'……but…the devious thought
'Unlimited spending on pet projects'...
Is what 'Fiscal Conservatism'..is all about
Life.
Life starts with meeting
and fusion of sperm and ovum
forming a single celled zygote
in mother's womb.
Lands on earth,
a multicellular individual
like a fresh bloom.
Then life continues
sans your choice,
sometimes flowers,
Vikramshila: A Long Poem
Vikramshila: A Long Poem
Preface
Vikramshila is one of the older topics which I sought to dwell upon earlier, but the lack of records could not permit me to do it earlier, as liked I to visit the place before jotting it down, so the poem could not materialize and my images too could not take wings. I too had been struggling for my poetry and really had been in trouble. Even I had left the hope of living, as I continued to be sick and ailing, disturbed and exhausted completely. Nothing seemed to bail me out. Serious studies seemed to be baffling in the lack of resources available to me. Poverty in the midst of plenty had been the case of our family. People too were not there to support me. Even without any grant and aid, I went on studying and laboring, pursuing my serious studies at the risk of living.
Women, Women Of Turkey, Women, Women Of Syria, Libya, Saudi Arabia
Women, women,
Women of Iran,
Iraq,
Turkey,
Syria,
Libya,
Afghanistan,
Kuwait,
Pakistan,
Saudi Arabia,
Bhagjogini (Glow-Worm) , My Daughter, A Countryside Poor Girl-Child Of India
Bhagjogini, my small daughter, where are you,
A countryside goril,
Brorn and brought in the villages
Of far flung hamlets and thorps,
Sleeping early in the evening,
Arising early in the morning
As for bringing water,
Sweeping the floor,
Taking the cattle out,
Throwing cowdung out
Don't Rock The Boat?
Don't rock the boat,
Don't run the risk,
Don't risk your neck,
I was said into the ear, over and over again,
Risk, risk, risk, risk!
Calculated risk, risk management, risk fear, wise risk…..
A fear of change, a fear of upsetting ‘'friends'',
Is life about change? Is life about motion? Mutation? Transformation?
Is life about quietness? Conservatism? Stillness?
Break free, break free, break free,
Ph: Life: Nattering Nabobs Of Negativism
(Spiro T. Agnew Looks In A Mirror)
Tea party’s lasting epitaph
The “walking dead” today
Reactionary to the core,
At home, at work, at play,
All Muslims truly terrorists
Might strike next in my town,
Why try to hide your racist heart
Jinnah, Abandoned And Shunned You Your Daughter For Your Orthodoxy, Conservatism
Jinnah,
You could not love your only daughter,
Dinu Wadia
Just for your Miangiri,
Miangiri!
Jinnah,
Shunning your Miangiri
You could have at least
Dinu Wadia!