29 March 2024
February
03 December 2023
Overthought Things
Giving meaning to things.
Chasing rains to feel the grit
Of water between fingers.
The texture of air on the skin as it
Passes in the evening and
The threads of mellow sunshine
On the face in winter mornings.
Painting those mountains in the flesh
And taking up a long trek to
Hug them for just being there with
Their gigantic elegance.
Imagining the slow flow of
A river as our own thump of blood
And assuring it a safe journey
Back home.
Autumn's assault had just ended
And the spring had regained
Access to the lush greens.
The clouds rose in heaps to
Look themselves up in
The mirroring lake.
Thinking the earth is finally
Ready for a date.
The love language of nature
Lay in the inevitability of
Rain.
30 November 2023
Dharwad Rain
It became cloudy.
Suddenly there was lightning,
Thunderstorm and rain.
It rained over and across
The roads of Jubilee circle
On the metal head of
The Ambedkar statue.
The tin roofs of the Chigri bus,
Got the hammering from
The silver nails too.
Sending rhythmic tones
To whoever sat within it.
It rained on the dusty old scooter
Unveiling its name to the world
"Bajaj Chetak"- like it was a fossil.
The kids in the white shirt and
Blue shorts ran around to collect
The ice cubes of the hail.
It rained on their tiny heads.
Over the tripling college boys
On their Splendor Plus and
Over the empty Kingfisher bottles
To mock the chill out of the beer.
It rained on hospital signboards
That said 'do not honk.'
It rained over a punctured tyre
That just wanted to burn in fire.
Over the pigeons and the crows
And the maize feed that they
Wanted to eat- that's how
Their hot meal turned cold.
It wanted to rain on Elliot's
Wastelands too and Silvia's
Pig tree before it could even
Branch out more.
Even on Bukowski's whores
And wine and on that
Frost's road not taken and its
Fresh grass; till one could-
No longer tell the difference
From the other one.
But it strictly wanted to be local,
For some reason.
So it let Karim Mulla's grave
Drench and Chakkadi Balya's
Thirst quench.
By the smell of Mirchi Girmit
It let the crowd elate.
And one of those tractors
To pass playing a Janapad song
On full blast- It let itself
Loosen up a bit to have-
A little fun for a while and
Dance in Tappanguchi style.
Mirchi Girmit- local food prepared from puffed rice
Janapad song- Songs in local slang often played in tractors
30 August 2023
Symphony
Of mine in the village.
Nothing is in order.
Things lying around,
In their own emptiness,
Try to ooze life somehow.
The swish of wind,
Clips on the cloth line dangle.
To which the yellow
Marigolds rhyme in sync.
Crows caw from the
Eucalyptus.
Torn saree stuck in
The fence flutter and
The the periwinkles
Dance in style.
A broken chair and
Handicapped cot observe
This from where they sit.
The water pipe unevenly folded
Lies around with the broom
Like they're on a blind date,
To this concert.
Then there's a wooden log,
Paint-can, coconut husk and
A gunny bag full of trash.
A big water tank,
Then the water cans
And buckets.
Joining in as a family.
Washing brush, surf,
A dishwasher and a small
Stool on the marble slab.
The coterie glancing around
Enjoying the dusky sky.
In a shocking sort of awe
A hornbill comes hooting to
Relax in the crown of
The tamarind tree.
And like hell, the broken
Bicycle in the corner must be
Wishing for a bit more life to
Enjoy this evening's..
Symphony.
22 August 2023
Dissolve
26 January 2022
Listen
26 July 2021
Show Stealer
19 February 2019
Grace of Rain
Is this the warmth
After freezing cold or
The calm after
The scorching heat?
It's serene.
It's the rains.
An escaped grace
From among the
Curses of the
Wrecked sailors
And the prayers of
The poor farmers.
06 November 2018
Infinite Love
Mountains are
The love letters,
Written by the ocean
To the sky.
Rain is a reply
From the sky.
And that's how the
Highs and the vast depths,
Make it possible to create
Something infinite....
Something infinite....
Like LIFE.
20 September 2013
Spread Laughter by Laughing...
The wind blows,
To gather the fleeting clouds.
All together they laugh.
Rain is their laughter.
It rains and seeds sprout,
a plant grows,
in spring the flowers bloom.
Plants laugh as flowers.
On a blossoming tree,
birds come to rest,
enjoying that beauty they sing.
The laughter comes out as a song.
Again,
The song dissolves in wind.
A cool breeze blows,
rest lives enjoy the breeze.
And the wind laughs by spreading laughter.
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