Tuesday, 20 October 2015

[Poem] Sleep


Senses' shutters shut one by one
eyes close, and so does the dormant nose
the mouth has no role
the ears close last and later still the skin
taut tendrillar 
grasp on life loosens
How foolish the pretension to hold!

When sleeps grips, all grasps weaken
freed from the tentacles of a peremptory world
free of the limitations of consciousness
free to wander in distant realms
and walk the promontory of unfettered human talent
a variant cosmos, a variant sun
a variant ambulation,
a variant self with limitless power
the soul takes flight
in distant spheres
destined though for reluctant returns
the soul blooms
and we smile on waking
and call it restful sleep

When sleep deserts,
Death is bliss.

[Poem] Fantasy



This poem is a light heated exploration of the changing equations between the sexes. In olden times women were expected to conform to the dictates of Manu Shasthra and were obedient beings. In more recent times women have become more assertive so much so that there is a bid to wrest power from men. The tussle goes on ... This poem traces love from ancient times to the present ...

ARISE now, my love
the dying wick soots the lamp
and the rising dew mists the glass!

The naughty sun kisses the first clouds
and they blush a bright pink
and rush away swiftly to hide.

Bird song trills the morning air
as they eagerly share
 tales of a night of love

Arise now! let go of the hem
that lies tangled in your hold
 unbind the thoughts that coil us both

The bed needs making
the scented jasmine grows stale
wake up and brace up to meet a bright new day

The milk waits at the doorstep
 For breakfast we shall have offee and crepe
 as you ready yourself and catch the news

'Hey wake up!', hisses a voice
along with a hard kick to his shin
'It's your turn to make the tea!'

His cowers and slinks away with a sigh
Woe betide the thought that
'A morning's dream shall always come true ...'

Sunday, 18 October 2015

[Poem] An infant's Cry



This poem is a response to the recent rape of toddlers and very young children happening across the country. 


I am just two, four or five
 tender fragile unformed am I

Every minute I widen my gaze
Every hour I aspire to learn
With stubby fingers
And a broken stride
 I dream to carve
A glorious destiny

 Too young to know
a friend from foe
Dependent
gullible and defenseless am I

Angel from god am I
 Love my language
Innocence my mantle-
A vulnerable prey
to villainous guile am I

You are a neighbour, a trusted friend
Present at my birth
You partook the sweets
the celebratory meal
Yet
You turn odiously brutal

 With a heart long dead
you lure
with petty pacts
Candy, a promise of play,
a soiled 10 rupee note
Your putrid flesh
drowns me in your muck

Mauled
marauded
broken
disfigured
dismembered
Left for dead
I crawl to tell my tale

My body maimed for life
My trauma mine till the end of time
I relive over and over your senseless crime 
In fear and dread and terror I cry
Shamed by society am I

Where is your sense of right?
Why stay alive
when bestiality rages in your heart?
Here farmers take their lives
to escape the shame of debt
why don't You die
and rid the earth of its debt? its shame?

Violation of Trust, Body, Space,
My very existence
Don't just call it 'assault'
it's murder most foul
of a Body and Soul
Which
By your death alone
 You can hope to atone