Friday, August 22, 2025

Rest in peace

The mind imagines its absence

From everyday scenes at all times
When the street is thick with traffic
And near empty as sleep shuts eyes 
The feet stir less and less outdoors
And almost never after lights are on
For the eyes cannot stand the glare of
Unblinking headlights bearing down
All those who have left have left for good
Though we invoke them on certain days
Marking their absence with photos they
Stare out from giving no clue where they
Might be still wandering restless, formless
The mind cannot imagine its absence after
All the turmoil and torment and ferment
Rest in peace is what I say to all of us.

Friday, August 15, 2025

Morning

The house is not awake yet

And the day is yet to stir
Between night and day 
This hour is best when
The world seems mine
The birds must think it's theirs
The way they clamour and cry
The milk is still on its way though
The smell of coffee is already here
This could be the time when the universe
Shares its secrets and answers all prayers
This could be the time when all dreams
Leave the minds and look to take shape
This could be when the mist disappears
And the deity stirs and rises like the star
Or this could be when peace comes unasked.


Thursday, August 14, 2025

Dark ages

The first light is fugacious

The day does not last
And night is soon upon us
With or without the moon
Though dead stars look
Down upon us with light
Beaming from aeons
Love is life-threatening
When caste cannot be shed
Though class can change
And shadows pollute no more
The shrine has to be washed
As someone who cannot 
Has entered the temple
The sun shines on everyone
Even those inhabiting the dark ages.


Tuesday, August 12, 2025

Career plans

Back in the day when

My two children 
Of the same age 
Were still growing up
I overheard them 
Making career plans
One declared he wanted
To be a surgeon, rather
Do surgery behind closed doors
The very thought horrified the other
So the would-be surgeon suggested
That his brother become a paediatrician
Writing out prescriptions for medicines
This immediately cheered up the child doctor
However, his fears for his sibling doing
Risky operations did not go away
What if the patient dies, he wanted to know.
Haven't you seen what is done at such times
Remove your glasses, wipe them sadly
Look up at the ceiling and tell the relatives
"We did everything we could but god is great."

Thursday, August 7, 2025

Time is death

I hear my heart in my arm

And change my sleeping
Posture, not wanting to
Feel my body at work
Shuddering at a memory
Of an oximeter reading
The tick-tock so reassuring
For the baby in the womb
Is not a pleasant sound
For the old man who 
Worries over it stopping
The breathing must not
Be conscious as when
The lungs gasp for it
In an unpleasant way
The death of a cousin
Just a few years older
Is a grim reminder that
Time is on its way ticking
Like the restless heart.

Sunday, August 3, 2025

Injurious

Falling in love is injurious to health here

It won't be a slow death as with intoxicants
Where the pleasure is the slow poison
And more the tolerance more the poison
Required for the same pleasure to hold ---
To love is to look and to like what is seen
To talk and to like what is said and
To want to stay together more and more
Find even a moment of separation intolerable,
To forget where you were born and want
To leave with her the place carved up with
Borders no evolved human would tolerate,
Legitimate desires are illegitimate here,
This could be the last sunset I see for
I have been asked to meet with my future
Kinsman to mediate our future --- now
Seeming increasingly impossible for
Signs tell me it is a sick sickle I could face,
I cannot live in fear so let me end it there
My heart going out on a limb to maybe yield 
To the sharp, cold edge of acquired hate
Or make a friend of a foe if his love has reason.



Saturday, July 26, 2025

The tree is like the sea

In windy July the tree

Is in unending movement
Like the sea that cannot
Stop its dance or chant
In my line of sight a crow
Is busy building a nest with
What it can find on the street
It often catches its breath 
While carrying a broomstick
Or dry twig, on my roomy ledge
The heaving branches make the 
Little airy home in the making, bob
Seeing all this frenetic realty trend
Another bird is buoyant, serenades
Its speckled mate, through the day and
Night, when its cry cannot go unheard.