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1 She hears the voice of unrealized bliss in the coos of koel at the window sill this evening rains love and delight 2 His message to meet at moon rise among the flowers sparkles a secret on her smiling face passion glows with charming fervor 3 She is no moon yet she drifts like the moon, takes care of him from the sky– meets him for short, waxing leaves him for a long, waning 4 Before going to bed she looks too sad to have any sweet dream: the lonely lamp glints no love and no star peeks through the curtains 5 Yearning to meet him she turns a silk-worm spinning love-silk in cold night– stands in a shade melting tears like a candle, drop by drop 6 Stains of dried dewy tears on the eyelids tell of the load on her mind: clothed in spring the willow twigs reveal the changed relation 7 Locked in the shadows of unrolled curtains her love in the lone boudoir: she plays tunes on the guitar flowers fade at the windows 8 She senses all things changing as she passes through the city again: should I leave the old house or lie in the grave before death 9 Twisting tassels round her finger fears coming of night in bed: octopus grips the body and buckles into disgrace 10 At the river she folds her arms and legs resting her head upon the knees and sits as an island 11 Is it her quietus that she roars in herself like a sea waves upon waves leaps upon herself? 12 Gods couldn’t change the rhythm of the body and it is needs: erotic scars stick– after three decades love waves tense the flesh and rock the night 13 When the sun is erotic and the moon lyric the winds turn tempestuous in the orbit of love legs slide by calls of nature 14 Before the foamy water could sting her vulva a jelly fish passed through the crotch making her shy– the sea whispered a new song 15 Swirling spiral of her skirt spills tides of dream and memory: I breathe fire in the dance forgetting bends and twists 16 When I wanted to change seats my friend said she can only if the door’s locked the light out and her mom in another city 17 When I inhale in your mouth and exhale stroking hair or caressing I ride you into joy and make you hail morning like earth 18 Life limits between whence the sun rises and where it goes to relax: joys of a fleeting moment I see Aditi in your eyes 19 When I have no home I seek refuge in the cage of your heart and close my eyes to see with your nipples the tree that cared to save from sun 20 The smile you weave splits the sun I lose my direction in clouds that cover the banks darkening the white of the lake moon kissed 21 Winter is caught in waves of narrow discussions under the blanket fingers move by nipples erect without sensing consummation 22 Drinking evening star blue green patterns before eyes no meditation no god visits to forgive the sinning soul in solitude 23 Exhausted she sleeps unaware of my presence this warm night carefree I croon my spring song alone and fill the void with new dreams 24 As I repose in the wrinkles of her face I feel her crimson glow in my eyes her holy scent inside a sea of peace 25 The room has her presence each minute I feel she speaks in my deep silently 26 Love is the efflux from her body spreading parabolic hue– enlightens the self I merge in her glowing presence 27 Looking at her face for the glint of her nosepin or rise of renku they couldn’t finish but form in their eyes together 28 Your vacant eyes reveal this city: dim, humid, absent-minded orchestrates bronchial noises ‘quake in the face 29 Living in dust smoke and white darkness I know I just flicker– stand alone like a lighthouse lost in the fog of seashore 30 What must I do about the mornings that couldn’t be: now fog controls appearance of the sun 31 Breathing pipe choked with coloured dust celebrate spring in coalfield: the moon mocks my nightly plight I look for the inhaler 32 The chilly wind blows to freeze my feet and fingers tonight I can’t rise and silence the whisperings storming the vacant room 33 Ghosts rise to mate in moonlight tear the tombs frighten with fingers rhino horns rock the centre granite sensation 34 I lost my sleep over a thought I could not make my own: the sun’s antidote changed the voice of the wind 35 Sleeps the night with desires wrapped in blanket– spring in the eyes gods couldn’t alter the rhythm of the body and it is needs 36 Drugs don’t diagnose so let’s kiss our sneezes into each other and stop worrying when it comes to repression necessary or surplus 37 Watching the waves with him she makes an angle in contemplation: green weed and white foam break on the beach with falling mood 38 Crazy these people don’t know how to go down with the swirl and up with the whirl but play in the raging water 39 They couldn’t hide the moon in water or boat but now fish moonlight from sky: I watch their wisdom and smile why I lent my rod and bait 40 A cloud-eagle curves to the haze in the west skimming the sail on soundless sea 41 I thought I’d exchange my anxieties for a bit of peace but thinking was more comfortable than happening: I couldn’t even sleep 42 Standing at the edge I long to float with waves and wave with instant wind: on the dream water’s breast I read tomorrow’s wonder 43 My hand held out in the dark remained empty: no one reached it to give joy of the meeting hands 44 The heat inside will reduce with the flow of blood and cactus may bloom in desert of flesh again the heart may feel the green wave 45 The truth of our togetherness is more real when we lie filling our body with each other silencing sensation 46 I fear the demons rising from my body at midnight crowding the mind and leading the soul to deeper darkness 47 Sleeps the night with desires wrapped in blanket– spring in the eyes gods couldn’t change the rhythm of the body and it is needs 48 Awake in dream time he looks for the candle– love’s invitation lighting up in the dark and sings the body’s song 49 The nightqueen fragrance seeps in through the window coupled with full moon adds to my delight altho I’m alone in my bed tonight 50 The sleep is buried in sex for diversion yoga or prayers: the dawn preserves bitter eyes in the day’s bleak passage 51 An insomniac weak with desires and prayers hears the heartbeats rising fast with dark hours survives one more nightmare 52 Seven times he moves round the vermillion god under the peepal sprinkling water to escape the malefic Saturn 53 He watches the mound of dead leaves in the backyard to grow dreams after the end of summer and drought: rains nurture seeds birds buried 54 Muttering Tablet of Ahmad in TV noise he lies on the sofa by window seeking post-lunch nap for change 55 Bored with politics and news of falling sensex he folds the paper and flips through the old PLAYBOYs to see the nudes seen in youth 56 She receives my call complaining why I didn’t go to see my father while he says it’s alright only gums bleed and joints ache 57 Gentle like a dove love was refined and tasteful a night away on the white wave it’s a sea searching ways leaps to eternity tonight 58 The bamboo garden we picknicked and made love in is now all concrete– managing environment and pollution control 59 The power goes off suddenly summer heat chokes in bed sleepless she turns undoing a hook or two of her tight bra 60 Greeting the basi rains after months of soaring heat the lone rose flutters little petals to the ground echoing our primary embrace 61 Shining on rose leaves silken layer of dew drops: gloss of her mauve smile she blushes when I tell her beauty of the blooming rose 62 Roses await sun and wind to clear the baleful fog: I fear she’ll say no to my love again 63 I’m no romantic turning sufferings to bliss and delude in heavenly meeting with god or life’s grandeur and greatness 64 I’m humane and feel their meanness each moment get angry and lose my sleep as the world writhes in the pain butchers knives inflict 65 There’s little save poetry and prayer to put up with rising darkness in and out and god too is silent 66 Couldn’t be happy with my present nor could realize any dreams all these years– there’s not one thing to look back to say I lived my life well 67 The chart predicts I ought to keep the company of the righteous but how to find one among the wicked that write our fate 68 Psalms or no psalms; workers of iniquity shoot their arrows with praising lips and god flees to see their shrewd schemes 69 Recedes into self: crooked trees and leaking roofs– the city conspires swarmed with listless spirits young and living, tardily dying 70 Hiding or waiting it raises it is head when least expected, a snake glitters in the eyes, looks for the moment to disclose fangs 71 Crudity of the stone conceals grace of nudity the effigy of Kali reveals to her devotee 72 The sun on a mountain grave illumines the path to divinity unrealized in soul 73 With steel flow the rolling water pierces the rocks shapes them into stars turned into river’s song 74 She visits a beauty parlour to erase wrinkles and returns with the same wintry darkness 75 The lips in her eyes and long hours in the mouth– no moist secret between us to reveal: now our backs to each other 76 All her predictions could come true had I remunerated her the fees for her writing psychic reflections on dreams I failed to realize in life 77 Wrinkles on the skin remind me of time’s passage year by year traveled long distances renewing spirit and waving good bye 78 Stray fungi grow on the broken window frames beside my bed watery smell swells as if a corpse in the river 79 Feeling the difference between a tin house and a weather proof tent: on the Yamuna’s bank Kumbh deluge to wash sins 80 With black and white marks and nest of ants on it is skin the tree grows taller shining through the geometry of sun, moon and halogen 81 My voice brown like autumn crushed in noises I can’t understand days pass in colours buried 82 Layers of dust thicken on the mirror water makes the smut prominent: I wipe and wipe and yet the stains stay like sin 83 In the forest of your hair my finger searches the little pearl of blood that stirs the concealed waters and holds my restlessness 84 The sun couldn’t help nor fish protest: river has no sex so it dried up trapped in it is own banks 85 I’m no river flowing toward the sea: I ought to find my way asking strangers in strange places sensing soul, using insight 86 The otter watches a duck walking on the frozen river icicles drop bit by bit from a lone tree 87 I couldn’t understand what’s Hindu with regards to having fish and onion after prayers by the river in the temple courtyard 88 Fears to see his own effigy in her eyes so avoids seeing her again betrays his cowardice 89 They watch her bare back to feel the body through crotch thank engraving pen she loves the etching on skin to heighten nudity 90 Dancing on the car top a girl holds the mike to express her love twists the audience 91 Slung-jawed awake two grinning skeletons sit bolt upright in bed hear the shrieks next door but too affrighted to call the police 92 The nightly ghosts crowd my mind’s passage to forge gods’ names in disguise I fail to scan the face of thought and life in the dark 93 The chill outside deprives me of the bright moon I breathe in my fears: asthmatic bouts haunt and jealousy itches the throat 94 Night’s prisoned friends keep me awake with planes flying over the ashram every now and then I watch the directions matter 95 One thousand miles traveling together in tense silence he and she contemplate the next round of duel 96 I can’t cement cracks nor save the frames from collapse: the wreck reveals the myth I need not knit new dreams if truth’s so cold and stingy 97 The yellowing patch on the lawn won’t green with pesticides– the water infects the roots even if I am drying up here 98 Each night speaks to me in flatulence, wheezing and pain in the legs: god intervenes at times in momentary union 99 With years of rubbish he reeks of aborted dreams lives a stagnant pool cut off from the running source rots in the marsh like a frog 100 They own little earth and seek to auction the sky: excel by default god too becomes a party to their flight with wax wings 101 Lying all day with pain in the heels and sinking heart I read tanka and wait for miracle to sleep 102 Burning without warmth one more hot and sweaty spell of summer, restless down with stroke, without light, fan exhausted, alone in bed 103 Ageing he thinks of the ashes and the long trip ahead in spirit feels the world he would become celebrating life 104 New leaves welcome his shadow near the window the telephone rings perhaps to greet Naw Ruz: I didn’t pray or keep the fast 105 Like tramps and dogs they piss and shit I see I’m sucked in my own cracks: now curl and cry but none bother 106 With moral twists name of god or religion they fly planes to bomb sheep of his pasture and expect grace for humankind 107 Preaching peace explode ‘plane bomb, car bomb human bomb and bluff the living corpses with politics of terror 108 They assert to kill satan mass murder innocents and blow themselves up: I wonder how god condones vague prophets and their cult 109 From the border rings he’s stationed dangerously: any moment war may break out for their follies he ought to kill and live…to kill 110 In my impatience I werdle or opup more: they take their own time here waiting is more aweful than meeting or going 111 Vibration of thought with their venom in groups my spirit disturbed I lose desire to live here conceal my angst in tanka 112 Concealing mourning in twilight look with fixed eyes he explores the shaping nightmares: colours of the rainbow guard the beasts at the day’s entrance 113 Their loose tattle or loitering on the street changes nothing not even the hand they wave to penetrate the body 114 Surging like a wave they effigy in the air and end up wriggling worms hiding through the thick hedges digging the dark undergrowth 115 Naked children crowd as I pass through the alleys between smelly slums: dogs bark to alert them to the presence of a stranger 116 Swallowing capsules he trusts in absent healing seeks intercessions to heal allergic asthma and the cyst not contracting 117 Is it the water or sweat flowing from the cleft they queue up to drink? not far away the masons cut rocks to build a new highway 118 The sun of knowledge shining through the beer bottle under the neem tree: carousing, singing in praise of gods and ghosts that never drank 119 He takes out the letter and writes a poem on it is back recalling the last words winds whispered through the stars that still shine in the sky 120 Waving arms of trees conspire with overcast day to drench again the two of us look for shade under leaking umbrella 121 Over the dried moss rains have grown new layers making the path more slippery for all of us falling is a postscript now 122 Laden with new shoots the trees promise mangoes to celebrate summer: the dust-storm and rain shatter all hopes hanging by snapped wire 123 Waiting for the remains of sacrifice vultures on the temple tree stink with humans and goddess on the river’s bank Copyright: R.K.Singh Professor & Head Dept of Humanities & Soial Sciences Indian School of Mines Dhanbad 826004 India Published by Prakash Book Depot, Bara Bazar, Bareilly 243003 India. ISBN 81-7977-188-1 |
