how long must I wait
at dawn's gate
how long will it take
for all to get your fake
how long must I dance
to the same song
how long must i march
to someone's tune
how long
how long
how long
November 30, 2020
November 6, 2020
Rangiye Diye Jao (Brighten me please)
Translation of Tagore's Rangiye Diye Jao
Brighten me please before you leave this time --
in your own hue,
in your secret shade,
in juvenile glee's perky tint,
in teardrop's touching tone.
Brighten me please before you leave this time.
Let the hue touch my spirit, be of use in each action
Let the hue touch my spirit, let it kindle twilights' tip,
let it help me go through the night's dark
Brighten me please before you leave this time.
Wake me up before you leave,
stir up my blood with your steps' swings.
Wake me up before you leave.
The way stars bloom in the dark night's bosom,
brooks spring inside chambers of rock-caves,
cloud's voicefulness erupts inside its chest,
rhythm begins at the core of universal dance,
Sway me likewise, walk me to the exit way,
shoo the bondage of lament.
Brighten me please before you leave this time.
August 13, 2020
A Woman
She sits by the sea.
Nude. Not naked!
Her sun-kissed body --
curvy and carved, ivory and ebony,
firm and fair, brown and beige,
all in one, all at once --
the sea-mists now cool.
Through her tassels of golden unrest
the sea-breeze runs its care-soaked comb,
unfurling yore's lore.
Over her skin of milky-glow calm
Her mind, body, and soul
She sits by the sea.
Her sun-kissed body --
curvy and carved, ivory and ebony,
firm and fair, brown and beige,
all in one, all at once --
the sea-mists now cool.
Through her tassels of golden unrest
the sea-breeze runs its care-soaked comb,
unfurling yore's lore.
Over her skin of milky-glow calm
the silky rays drizzle like sands in an hourglass,
weaving morrow's lure.
She's desire. Pure. A pyre to which
men draw and burn.
She's gravity. Powerful. Toward which
She's desire. Pure. A pyre to which
men draw and burn.
She's gravity. Powerful. Toward which
men flock and orbit.
Though eyes to her form often rove and halt,
she sits absorbed oblivious of
her admirers and adorers,
the lurkers and the lechers.
She sits still pensive and lost.
'cause it's her time:
A time to herself. A time for herself.
'cause it's her time:
A time to herself. A time for herself.
A time to reflect. A time for rapture.
A time to connect. A time for concord.
Her mind, body, and soul
in unison with nature,
sensing, sipping and sniffing its
hues, spirit, and essence,
expands her horizon with all its joy and beauty.
She sits by the sea.
July 5, 2020
As thick as a brick
A poet and painter
behind glasses thick
seeks out musings
he hopes will stick.
A few reads his poems
at best labored verses.
Even fewer gets a drift
by skimming the surface.
A few sees his artwork,
plots at best scatter.
Even fewer has a clue
if it's guache or water.
He paints no fairytale
nor pens any spite well,
inking what's paintable,
daubing what he can tell.
Yet our poet and painter
as thick as brick.
Gets not he lacks the gift,
that rare touch or trick.
He strives for a way
to make a canvas glow
He hopes there be a day
for his words to flow.
A dreamer not doer
behind glasses thick
keeps laboring his craft
to be truly unique.
behind glasses thick
seeks out musings
he hopes will stick.
A few reads his poems
at best labored verses.
Even fewer gets a drift
by skimming the surface.
A few sees his artwork,
plots at best scatter.
Even fewer has a clue
if it's guache or water.
He paints no fairytale
nor pens any spite well,
inking what's paintable,
daubing what he can tell.
Yet our poet and painter
as thick as brick.
Gets not he lacks the gift,
that rare touch or trick.
He strives for a way
to make a canvas glow
He hopes there be a day
for his words to flow.
A dreamer not doer
behind glasses thick
keeps laboring his craft
to be truly unique.
June 26, 2020
A White Wedding
A white little church
edged by a black cliff
by a white seaside.
It's a nice setup for
a white wedding
of a black-veil bride.
Black crows fly high
into the limpid white
above the black earth.
It's a great day for
a white wedding
on a black sabbath.
White spruces,
and black cherries,
black willows
and white birches -
at the periphery
they stand guard.
Chequered lawns,
white fountains
and black swans,
white lilies and
roses black.
Flower girls
running around
picking daisies
and flowers wild.
A white dog's barking
at the swans
and a black one chases
few white rabbits
beyond the lawns.
Guests, all whitelisted,
shuffle in odd pairs
as a white witch
performs black magic.
A white-house resident
and a dealer in black-share.
Two men in black
and a snow-white
outta black Caddi,
Blondes in black velvet,
their stallions in white.
Guests mingle in a
large white hall
behind black curtains.
Black mirrors on walls
cast white shadows
that fade into black.
The groom's a white hat
but the bride not so quite!
Hiding white secrets
of a black knight
in white satin even on
a pre-nuptial night.
The best man gives
the black diamond
a white-glove care
The maid of honor --
out of a white-house-
black-market catalog
with a blackout stare.
(Far too many
white Russians
on a night out!)
Groomsmen in black
and bridesmaids white
takes a stance
at the altar line up for
a white wedding of
a black-veil bride.
A black widow
sprinkles white potion
as a whited sepulcher
reads what he'd scribed.
It's an apt sermon for
a white wedding of
a black-veil bride.
A white wedding
on a black sabbath
of a black-veil bride
is a helluva ride,
It's a dream
black and white
gone wild.
edged by a black cliff
by a white seaside.
It's a nice setup for
a white wedding
of a black-veil bride.
Black crows fly high
into the limpid white
above the black earth.
It's a great day for
a white wedding
on a black sabbath.
White spruces,
and black cherries,
black willows
and white birches -
at the periphery
they stand guard.
Chequered lawns,
white fountains
and black swans,
white lilies and
roses black.
Flower girls
running around
picking daisies
and flowers wild.
A white dog's barking
at the swans
and a black one chases
few white rabbits
beyond the lawns.
Guests, all whitelisted,
shuffle in odd pairs
as a white witch
performs black magic.
A white-house resident
and a dealer in black-share.
Two men in black
and a snow-white
outta black Caddi,
Blondes in black velvet,
their stallions in white.
Guests mingle in a
large white hall
behind black curtains.
Black mirrors on walls
cast white shadows
that fade into black.
The groom's a white hat
but the bride not so quite!
Hiding white secrets
of a black knight
in white satin even on
a pre-nuptial night.
The best man gives
the black diamond
a white-glove care
The maid of honor --
out of a white-house-
black-market catalog
with a blackout stare.
(Far too many
white Russians
on a night out!)
Groomsmen in black
and bridesmaids white
takes a stance
at the altar line up for
a white wedding of
a black-veil bride.
A black widow
sprinkles white potion
as a whited sepulcher
reads what he'd scribed.
It's an apt sermon for
a white wedding of
a black-veil bride.
A white wedding
on a black sabbath
of a black-veil bride
is a helluva ride,
It's a dream
black and white
gone wild.
June 19, 2020
From Darkness to Light
When dreams turn into nightmares
and relations grow sour,
When no angel's left
to lit up your darkest hour
At dark when dreams return
to mock and incise,
But your closest fail to see
past your sullen eyes,
Where can one look for solace?
lookup to which skies?
When your silence deafens nobody
but your talent they shun
When your smile reaches everybody
yet you they so-shunt,
When hopes begin to fade and
despair looms for a while
But those around you can't feel
your pain masked by the smile
Where does one seek support?
Where's his Lily of the Nile?
When your dreams shatter
and don't let you cope.
It ain't easy to hang onto
one's dream, one's hope.
When you're drowning and
no one throws in a rope
It is too tempting to end
the fight, stop all hope.
But you're a Rajput, one braveheart
Why could not you handle a hurt?
Was it so bad? Was it too dark?
You were Dhoni,
you played Byomkesh, right?
How can you give in now
without a fight?
Couldn't you hang onto that final rope
and pull thee from darkness to light?
and relations grow sour,
When no angel's left
to lit up your darkest hour
At dark when dreams return
to mock and incise,
But your closest fail to see
past your sullen eyes,
Where can one look for solace?
lookup to which skies?
When your silence deafens nobody
but your talent they shun
When your smile reaches everybody
yet you they so-shunt,
When hopes begin to fade and
despair looms for a while
But those around you can't feel
your pain masked by the smile
Where does one seek support?
Where's his Lily of the Nile?
When your dreams shatter
and don't let you cope.
It ain't easy to hang onto
one's dream, one's hope.
When you're drowning and
no one throws in a rope
It is too tempting to end
the fight, stop all hope.
But you're a Rajput, one braveheart
Why could not you handle a hurt?
Was it so bad? Was it too dark?
You were Dhoni,
you played Byomkesh, right?
How can you give in now
without a fight?
Couldn't you hang onto that final rope
and pull thee from darkness to light?
March 21, 2020
Prano bhoriye
To life's brim, past desire's end
give me more and more of life.
In your universe, at your dwelling
grant me more and more space.
In your universe, at your dwelling
grant me more and more space.
More luminance, more radiance
into these eyes, o lord, you pour
Fluting in melody after melody
give me more and more tune
More agony, more misery
O Lord, give me more sense.
Opening doorways, knocking down barriers
offer me relief, offer me refuge.
In agape, in even more agape
let my ego keep drowning.
By nectar's bank, of yourself
bestow more and more and more.
into these eyes, o lord, you pour
Fluting in melody after melody
give me more and more tune
More agony, more misery
O Lord, give me more sense.
Opening doorways, knocking down barriers
offer me relief, offer me refuge.
In agape, in even more agape
let my ego keep drowning.
By nectar's bank, of yourself
bestow more and more and more.
Me Too
With your fame, you lured me
With promises you trapped me.
Against a wall, you pinned me
Against my will, screwed me.
You know you are a monster
You left me with a huge scar
You may well be a superstar
But know you can't run too far.
.
With promises you trapped me.
Against a wall, you pinned me
Against my will, screwed me.
You know you are a monster
You left me with a huge scar
You may well be a superstar
But know you can't run too far.
.
Blockchain
A bill of materials
replaced
their bill of rights.
Hapless individuals,
stripped of identity,
a tribe of humans
shipped on
a deadly voyage,
from a dark continent
to a far-off land,
towards obscurity
and uncertainty.
.
Helpless beings
turned into
an inventory of
subjugated property.
Sold and resold,
a supply chain in
depraved indifference,
moved these assets from
one ledger to the next.
A chain of custody,
disgusting, restraining,
shackled a human-ware
to an auction block!
A blockchain of
human indignity.
replaced
their bill of rights.
Hapless individuals,
stripped of identity,
a tribe of humans
shipped on
a deadly voyage,
from a dark continent
to a far-off land,
towards obscurity
and uncertainty.
.
Helpless beings
turned into
an inventory of
subjugated property.
Sold and resold,
a supply chain in
depraved indifference,
moved these assets from
one ledger to the next.
A chain of custody,
disgusting, restraining,
shackled a human-ware
to an auction block!
A blockchain of
human indignity.
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