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Ode To Konark: Erotica Etched In Stones
I wonder at those skilled hands/
That had sculpted these stones/
Were they as passionate in art/
As the sunrays caressing/
These erotica etched in stones…
I wonder…
Sunday Poem: If You Come Back…
Even if you come back
The whirlpool of emotions amidst the whims
Won't settle down.
The unsettledness has clung to life
To the core
Grief has no rescue now
I am used to your absence.…
Sunday Poem: Conversation
The conversation between the head and the heart,
To note,
Is a thrill.
It’s flesh, heat and touch;
It’s a hunger, periodic yet erratic;
It’s spasmodic,
Says the head.
It’s not the…
Math Teacher
The magic of numbers, the abstractions
Lowest Common Multiples, the Greatest Common Factors and reasoning
You say, “I will ask a question before you kick the ball up;
Answer me as it…
The Black Sheep
Agreed, that everything was just my dream.
I had wanted
that all the beautiful girls in the world
should understand poetry;
That the letters of mothers be auctioned
for millions of…
The Last Dance
Amid sweat and pant
Under blinding lights, and blazing dissonance
Hip swung, chest twisted
Feet tapped, hands twirled
Our last dance.
As it began
Love charred, lust baked
Bones…
Drink, My Friend
Drink, my friend, drink.
A sip, after a sip, after a sip
Whiff the aroma, savour the sting.
Drink to the swing of the seas
To the calypso of the hills
To the flurries of scarlet ibis…
Gandhi
I am not a saint
Don't make one of me.
It wasn't all sacrifice and humility
and truth.
I didn't start out to
Appropriate the forgotten.
It was not till they tweaked my soul
That I…
Return To The Vedas
Know Thou we are all souls, we are the eternal;
Veda points to the path of righteousness in action and wisdom ;
Great is our cultural legacy and great is our history;
Forgetting…
Closed Doors
The doors:
Doors at the front,
Doors at the back,
Doors above doors,
Doors next to the doors.
Doors in the village,
Doors by the lanes,
Doors in shopping malls and markets;
Door…