July 30, 2013

Mountain Flower

Not These -
City lights or country mornings
Friends or enemies- so well organised
No,  these cannot be the truth
That I want.

Truth was like the mist fallen
On a distant mountain flower
Truth was like the delicate poem I am yet to write
Truth was that distant glory
Your bare desolate hand
Resting on the balcony.

But truth it seems-always  evades
A human story
The essence of the mountain flower
Evanescent and so solitary.

(Your bare desolate hand
Resting on the balcony....Jibanananda Das's Nogno Nirjan Hat)

July 18, 2013

Les Riches

Get rid of the sadness .Get rid of commies.Oh no they don't even know about them.They survived the 70s, they survived boiled potatoes and mustard oil meals.Now their sons work in PSUs and multinationals. They want the good life the good life...they want Katrinas cleavage and morning Gayatri mantras...they want modular kitchens and obedient servants....they want social status and a cup of tea with the minister.
Who can blame them ..don't they now deserve  the good life? Their grandkids with spiked hair and flashy clothes ..liberal flirts but no sex addicts ....the IIT and the IIM graduates ..but don't be so fast now....look closely ....in the lips of the 15yr old there is irrefutable logic about Hrithik's dialogue in Koi Mil Gaya.

July 8, 2013


After courage shall come  fear
After fear shall come nausea
The rain  is primary & primitive
Like the
The man who forgot time and space
Like a momentary bell on a temple
And a lamp and its warmth
But between infinities
Achilles never overcomes the tortoise
And nothing ever happens

Outside the world of snakes and reptiles
Feed on eachother
Copulate passionately
Only granting you permissions
To leap from one paradigm to the other