Kabini* was carrying the coracle** and me
like a phlegmatic old man who carries a Palanquin
and I saw you floating towards me
sitting on a banyan tree leaf
covered in red thin skin and sweet pulp.
Kabini* was carrying the coracle** and me
like a phlegmatic old man who carries a Palanquin
and I saw you floating towards me
sitting on a banyan tree leaf
covered in red thin skin and sweet pulp.
Do you have a bleeding heart of your own?
How can you feel my killing love?
The fragrance of night Jasmine makes me cry…
I can’t stand outside.
There is Someone.
There is someone to love me too
Such a love that made me love myself
There is someone who misses me
Such a miss that I started missing myself
Are you a natural selection or invention?
If natural selection, I have nothing to say,
And if you are invented, let the ‘splendour of thousands of suns,’
Blaze upon the heads of your inventors.
I saw the dark pillars and boles
And my body was darker than normal.
Fire apples were hanging
from the leafless trees
and the breath tasted
like searing fragrance.
Is he not aroused?
Why no fire of wild lust in his eyes?
Doesn’t he realize the moments are dying one by one?
We both don’t know when our breaths will dance together again.
Or is it only my heart is young?
His eyes found no feast
and keep looking stone cold.
The kid loved playing in the mud
A mud much darker than his skin.
He was comfortable being dirty and ugly
Because all his mates were so .
After 20 years I am going her home,
to meet her mom, my Julia’s mom.
Julia, you remember, we both were
two ever singing cuckoos of the same feather,
two never resting Brooks of the same valley,
two ever-smiling little girls of the same age twelve.
‘What happened?
You are lost in deep thoughts
Looks like you made a long solo trip
Like a bar-tailed godwit’
I asked my beloved.
‘Which path has the shortest distance
to reach you?’ my beloved asked.
Like the calm sea assimilating a fresh river,
I stood cold looking into her deep eyes.