Death has no song

I removed the piece of cloth

on Tista's breast,

and there those two red lotuses

still,like the depth of time.

Time is as if some other lost river,

like that lost river

we are getting lost

one by one,

Our faces melting in the stream.

One such evening

one such face came out

from the depth and gazed

at me.

Today the river lost her name

time has lost its end

death has lost its song,

and the sunrise has lost its freedom.

Still there is love

Still you are

Still I am

we live in our maverick verses.

The Sufi Whirling Dervishes of Istanbul

Old Foetus

In this ancient foggy silence

I have to return

to a primitive ignorance.

I came to know so much,

so precious so far

became

so famous

so much applauded

so much encored.

You talked to me for the whole day

with a night long whirling body,

You made me "Grown up",

Yet I didnt know you,

The darkness

engulfed my enlightened face.

So pleasant this darkness is ,

so much intellectual ignorance

with so much echoed silence

I am a sleeping Foetus now.

A visit to a cinema

Few hours ago I saw a film called " Dhobi ghat"

A friend of mine appeared to be much impressed and thought

i must go and see the film.

The counters in the cinema hall looked almost deserted .

My instant reaction was " Oh god , another failed movie in our beloved city"

But If the display of panoramic inexplicity of modern man's mind

if the absence of trash like story line, If the background ghazals and some

classical ragas on Sarod playing , the spectacular and vibrant colours

on the screen tell you anything about a film , they just say that very reverentially and reverberantly

If a director understands the necessity of absolute silence in a film and

makes such a point clear then a film may not draw audience in the cinema counter as much as expected .

Love in this film has a meaning not commonly understood and the director made that point very clear by dialogues completely unknown to the ordinary cinema goer in

India .The most outstanding claim that the film can make is

that it is a success for not meeting the naive expectation of the audience.

In our ordinary Day to day life we are taught to expect knowing fully well that it is absurd to expect ANYTHING . The characters in the film time and time again made this point clear.

I loved this film as it speaks to my heart in an inexplicable language the true nature in a city, any city all over the world.

The rain

Incessant rain

this morning,

a morning you feel dismal,

a morning to bring

the memory of old faces,

a morning of some warm passion,

a morning of "Mia ki mallhar",

a little hope

and some trembling pain,

this is the morning

when one holds your face

in his palm and

puts his lips on yours

and say " I love you".

And You?

Rain outside

you sit by the window

gave leave to your mind,

The mind travels far and wide.

You made me lonely

in this dark cloudy morning,

incessant rain outside,

But dont you know my darling,

In such mornings,silent desires

flicker like the fire flies ?

all clear

When would the " All clear "come ?

Didnt somebody promise us an all clear

if we were good,and clean,and nice and were willing

to die for things,and believe in things,and agreed to do everything

right ? Where is OUR ALL CLEAR ?

How long? How tediously long would we have to be "Good"

Stick to despicable life where even suicide is an utopia.

Where freedom of individual choice has to be dumped

for getting an ALL CLEAR signal.

How long do we have to maintain the pseudo moral life

come whatever may.

I waited all this life pretending to be good assuming

someone would come and blow the signal of ALL CLEAR

as a justifiable reward.Ha Ha Ha