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.

Friday, July 25, 2025

Yesterday begins today

I slipped back in time

Woke up a day back
I told whoever would
Listen I've already lived
This day and would like
To go forward to today
One wise-looking man 
Outside a pub observed,
As if offering a profundity,
"Life doesn't repeat itself,
So this will be different"
"If it doesn't repeat itself
How can it be yesterday?"
"Today changes yesterday
Yesterday begins today"
"New findings change the past
History is turned upside down
Today's yesterday is not the same"
Everyone speaks so well as if
They are following a script ---
This must certainly be a dream
For only here time moves back
So that one can live two days
At once and come back to find ----
Time cannot be left behind.






Sunday, July 20, 2025

Seeking is fraught

The sky is a pastel blue now

Clear of all clouds 
You won't believe
It had just rained 
If you had not seen
The drizzle coming down
This is a festival month
Invoking the dark goddess
The procession of devotees
In yellow clothes and with milk pots
Pauses time and traffic 
The temple is not too far
But I have not entered it
For so many years now
There are no more prayers
Left in me, for seeking is fraught;
The devotion of the others
Is touching, the faith that keeps
Them going year after year even
After they saw the skies fall and
There was no one to stop the fall.

Tuesday, July 15, 2025

Rodent

What with the nightly visit

Of the rodent that has 
Found a way past our
Defences into the house
And the daylong heat of the sun
That cannot find a way out
Sleep is not at all guaranteed 
All the bad memories of all
The houses we have graced
With our honourable presence
Come tumbling out like toddlers
Allowed to play in the frontyard
All the lessons learnt so far
Will help us if life repeats itself
But it doesn't and revels in suspense
The youtube hack to repel a rat has
Been put into operation by the door
Garlic and onion must keep the one away
If it is orthodox, high-born and particular.

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Authority

Power flows both ways

From the top to the bottom
And from the bottom when
The dead find their voice after
They die, in other voices which
Lose their fear after witnessing
A death as violent as that of the
One crucified because he spoke
Of a kingdom to those who knew 
Of no other than the mundane
And mistook his truth for treason,
Under the third degree the truth is
Mistaken for falsehood till the lies
That want to be heard are blurted,
When the blows fell they were not
Felt by anyone else like they were
When it was god who was beaten
By the river it was said he birthed.

evolution

if i cannot go back should i die 

and not shame my progenitors
how can a home i grew up in
overnight exile me leaving me 
at the mercy of strangers who 
turned me into an insect they
tortured at will because they 
could ---- how did this world 
so full of love turn into a dark 
cave of wild beasts for me ---
if i cannot go back where can 
i go but away hoping i do
not wake up in another hell 
where there is more torment ----
i didn't disappear like i thought
i would i only let others disappear
here there are no questions asked
and to be single is not a stigma
my students listen enraptured when i
talk of evolution and how the world
could not have been created by someone
where i live i see familiar trees that dance
when the wind blows and are happy to stay
quiet when the breeze keeps away and
everyone talks about the extreme weather
wishing the rain arrives right on cue like the
flowers do and once i saw a bier go by
leaving behind a trail of dead flowers
i thought that could well have been me
i am glad i had the will to leave without
looking back the light of my books lighting 
the way that others too have taken to liberty.