Her stars and sky

The Country Wife

She reaches the condemned

cities of concrete, tar. and

sound, ditch and gas .

along with other

grieving to

live with.

Her stars, sky,

soil, stream,

wood and hills,

Lurking within;

Make a peep up

show like a bird

or the wind

from south

on her

every call. .

Cities fail to

Assert her

From delights

Saved inner

Word breathes

Word is dead

Word is dead

already before

it’s taken form

of a sound

or a script;

We get

The carcass

of it like

a nut

buried within

the encasement

of a groundnut .

Word breathes;

pulsates;

bleeds too; when

It is within

the inner;

struggling to

get a form.

The groundnut

or any seed,

Like the dead

Word gets

another chance

of rebirth.

But that too

is short lived

until it’s born;

We make

great fuss

dealing with

shells ever.

A habit.

The fame of an illiterate potter and a parakeet

The mystery

A sweet singing

parakeet and a

smart winding potter

befitting to be

the partners of

a fable lived

longer together

for ten years.

under a tree.

Their fame went

Abroad

Many Cambridged,

Harvarded and

Oxforded ladies

And gentlemen

Came to see

him and his parakeet ,

every time with the

same query.

‘Where did

you both study?’

Potter’s reply

left them unbelieving.;

They went

doubting how

a parakeet and

a potter left

ungraduated or un- PGied

in a reputed university

or not studied in any

Schools of music and pottery

Could sing or make

Pottery?

Off- late one

among them decided

to do a doctorate

out of the mystery.

She did and

everything

went clear;

nobody came

nor queried

the potter

for all

referred to

The thesis.

Historic evidences

A case of an ancient race

Commandos with

Cowardly looks

And cunningly guns

Concealed by

A connoisseurship of

Word mincing

Stood above and around me

Compelling always to

Walk over

The barbed wires of

Ignorance and idiocy;

Which they quite

get used to.

They have their

;

Ignorance and idiocy is

Good for the individual

as well as racial health.

You can kill

Or get killed

With a glorious

Fan-fare and remain

Ever a martyr.

‘See ignorance and

Idiocy had killed

Our forefathers

A million times;

Don’t you see

that they are

Remembered and

Idolized throughout

The earth.

(I heard a gossip that

some prehistoric

attempts too are in process

to discover or if not invent)

‘But knowingly making

barbed- wire walking

Would cause pain.’

I suggested meekly.

‘Idiocy and ignorance are

Great killers of time

And boredom

Hence very essential.

For the growth of the race

And its future;

You need to be get

Killed billion times by

Ignorance and idiocy.’

‘Then?’

‘Then you would begin

loving barbed

Wire walking

And learn loving

them too

getting

Accustomed to

killing millions and

Billions and trillions

In future zillion times,

By ignorance and idiocy;

The only assets

Of our ancient race;

We mean the total

Human race.’

‘But Science..’

They interrupted

Guessing what

I was after.

‘Science is a

Anesthetic process;

You don’t live

With it;

You come out and

live your

day today life

only to exist

With idiocy and ignorance

For that you are born

To live, understand?’

I understood

Guns solve arguments

Effectively.

With Weightless Wings

The Prayer

The rock inside

Me melts

Into drops

And the rock

Inside my chest

drinks those

Tear drops

Spilled for

No cause

Calling for

No help

Making

No appeals

Feeling for

No reason

Crying with

No pains

Just weeping

Just for

The joy for

Weeping.

At the end

I feel I had

Weightless wings

And begin

Floating…

Floating…

with a

Feel of

Being unborn

Ease.

Intimating the heaven

Erecting our monument

Erecting our monument

To intimate the heaven;

We are correcting

Our firmament

Wherever the cattle;

Sun and moon

Along with their

Children stars

Go astray

To mow,

We will lay here

We will lay here

To see the

End or beginning

Begin here.

No nations suits me

Command me

Command me

to turn as an ocean

Davila

All my emotion

Get tangle tangle

And thickly, thickly

Davila,

I don’t like this

Lonely nation

Davila,

Each direction

Divide you and me

Denude you and me

Making friction

Davila…

Command me

To turn as an ocean

Davila…

Separation left

Me in desperation

Davila …

No nation suits

Me to stay

In isolation

From you

Davila..

Lonely lonely

Davila ..

This shore makes

Me leanly

Davila;

Don’t leave

Me low and

Low as

Lonely being

Davila

Command me

To turn as an ocean

Davila

I’ll reach your nation

Davila....

Throw that thought and throw that care

Lala land is a lovely land


Lala land is a lovely land
Tanya lent her friendly hand
Singing jumping over the sand
Running joy made us not to stand

Lala land is a lovely land
Tanya told me it’s reach at hand
Throw that thought and throw that care
Simply throw them over the sand

Nothingness is the only band
Stillness is the only gang
Spend your moment lightly stand
Lend your mind an open hand

Air on sky will lift you high
Passing wind on beach will sigh
Nothingness is the single pry
Stillness is the only try

Wonderful wonderful state is that
Don’t you think it highly fit?
Stinking down in daily pit
Dash above for briefly hit.

Tanya Tanya lift me, high!
Singing jumping running too
Help you lifting up the sky
Lala land is reaching now

Lala lala lala land
Likely likely understand
Lurking inner you will stand
Lala land is a lovely land

Let’s find right reaction

Which remains a nation?

Everything is shaken, everything is shaken

Everything is taken, everything is taken

Everything is broken, everything is broken

Everything is slacken everything is slacken

Nothing remains a nation, nothing remains a nation,

Let’s make compensation, let’s make compensation

Everything is bursting, everything is bursting

Everything is thrusting, everything is thrusting

Everything is distrusting everything is distrusting

Everything is frustrating, everything is frustrating

Nothing remains a nation, nothing remains a nation,

Let’ all bring compassion, Better we bring compassion

Everywhere is demotion, everywhere is demotion

Everywhere is commotion, everywhere is commotion

Everywhere is corruption, everywhere is corruption

Everywhere is eruption, everywhere is eruption

Nothing remains a nation, nothing remains a nation,

Let’s find modification, let’s find modification

Everything is bleeding, everything is bleeding

Everything is fading, everything is fading,

Everything is corroding, everything is corroding

Everything is demanding, everything is demanding

Nothing remains a nation, nothing remains a nation,

Let’s make transfusion, let’s make transfusion. .

Every now is timing, every now is timing

Every now is claiming, every now is claiming,

Every now is naming, every now is naming,

Every now is chiming, every now is chiming

Listening claims the nation, listening claims the nation,

Let’s find right reaction, let’s find right reaction

Every then is transition, every then is transition

Every then is rendition, every then is rendition,

Every then is condition, every then is condition,

Every then is monition every then is monition

Taking fast attention, taking fast attention

Making remains a nation, making remains a nation.

Times today become a mass

Calendar Marking

On filling up

The social calendar

Everyone use ink

And think whatever

They’ll be doing

Would definitely

Come to pass; but

Times today

Become a mass

Of no exact

Pact.

Isn’t it

Better to

Accept

The sunset,

For there is

Some hope

After an unrest,

Leaving ink

To rest?

Two vultures and two antennae

Wisdom ripening

Two vultures

Both resembling

Wife and husband

With shaven necks

Sit regularly

At the day-break

And at sunset

Over the two antennae

Straight opposite

To my viewpoint;

Facing each other

They look like

Discussing something

Vitally important.

My wisdom hunger

And knowledge thirst

Grew keen to pickup

Message they threw up

Once they copulated

Over the antennae;

I am alarmed

That the antenna

Would get twisted

But it didn’t.

After then

They didn’t

Return to sit

Upon the antennae

Was it the whole

Message meant

For me;

Should I have to

grope meaning and

message from it?

Later

People informed

That the butchery

Near about

Was transferred.

And they killed cows

By morning

And close business

After evening.

My wisdom ripened

Spanish girls don’t relish much

Reason to learn Spanish


If you have any specific

Reason to learn Spanish,

As many young

Non Spanish youths do;


To fingure their dames

Names on sands and

On wind and water including

Paper and computer;

Please reconsider.



Spanish girls don’t relish much

To be Spoken or written to

Them by Non-Spanish

In Spanish as like


The other non-Spanish

Girls with their non-Spanish

Counterparts making or try making

A love with them



Except that they’re

Pleased to see their

Names written

Many times as ordained

For impositions



Like Margarita …

Margarita …Margarita

Isabella…Isabella…Isabella

Jessica…Jessica…Jessica


So?

So all the sad world

Of non-Spanish lovers

Learning Spanish

To cook up a love

With a Spanish girl
Need to be reconsidered.

I was called a crank

Wind is my girl friend

Wind is my girl friend;

And this shouldn’t be interpreted

As water is my enemy

Or weather is my rival;

Only for inviting them all;

My window is throw open

All its shutter hands in

Welcoming gestures.

Sparrows are many time guests;

Some miscarried parrots

And squirrels at times;

Always mosquitoes and

Other species of the mother earth

Blurted out from her womb with

Many million years of life history

Come in and

Quit getting confirmed information of my love

For my girl friend wind,

And her entry zone, the window.

They enter,

See , how I love their living

Loving and dying.

Oftener

The rain enforced

A deadly swamp in,

And the Sun

With his kingly grin,

Made fun in turn.

To recreate,

My girl friend wind

Brought the chimes

Of the near by clock tower

Along with the flowery primes

Of the seasons ;

And leaves fallen with reasons.

I was called a crank

By the people of rank.

So what?

If I close the window

Forbidding my girl

Friend wind,

Who would compensate

What I miss

Through this

Sound and smell of

A sadly happier

Short lane.

How gladly my

Girl friend carries them in

With a lovely fun !

The pair of strange negatives

Speech borne eyes

Have you ever heard that before, Tanya?

What?

Something about your eyes…

Could it be explained?

I see them as the pair of strange negatives

Mischievous ,yet enduring ,

Gracious but cruel

Closer, yet standing at safer distance

Making me feel that they float

Me on a safe cool stream

Leading to a defenseless destiny.

Your eyes speak so much Tanya.

I am pretty much speechless,

I don't see my eyes

With my own eyes

I guess I live with them

Better be guaranteed that

Compliments would not be

Paid off by kisses.

Selling sand and salt

Money Maker’s

Manual

Drawing a plan of

Selling Sand to Sahara and

Selling Salt to Seven Seas?

Okay , it seems attractive.

Pardon me,

I don’t try being cynical

Neither ironical.

A person cursed

To be a verser

Can’t afford

That luxury.

This is a seller’s world.

You can’t afford to be otherwise.

In money maker’s manual

The first clear radical

Rule number one

Suggests that

Threaten first

That Sahara would

Lose the sand sooner

And Seven Seas, the salt.

As per rule number two

You need to wrap

The materials in attractive

Multi coloured covers

Printed with seventy five

Percent of nude girls’ images

Aged between sixteen

And twenty.

The money maker’s manual

Strictly warns no lessening

Or increasing the percentage

Of nudity or age of the girls.

Take it granted that

Your sand and salt have already sold

To the places concerned.

And thank MMM.