Friday, June 15, 2012

ancient atlas
our motherland called

The Mainichi News, 13 June  2012

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Searching the Size

It is the evening hour of cloudy summer in Doon Valley, Dehradun. The children are busy collecting pebbles from the river bank. The rock pebbles record the long journey to reach the moon-like shape. Out of joy, I also start picking a few and return home. My tiny daughter, Rupa, posts an eager look and smiles.

cut out of moon
the child reconfirms
looking up

The Notes from the Gean, Vol.3, Issue 4, March 2012

museum hall—
bullets sound
in silence

between breathes—
smiling Buddha’s

 A Hundred Gourds, 1:3 June 2012

Spring Poetry Rain Anthology

We Divide

Threads of confusion
We weave ourselves.
The birth defines
The sectarian pigeon holes.
The skin, the colour
And the decorated body
Win the position
Of the confused kingdom.
We  prefer to stay on the piles
Of the garbage of arguments
And design our society  
Of a fragmented  mirror.
At a distant corner
The dog reviews the civilization:
It is better to born as animal
And be proud to live
In a natural naked form.

The Mad Ghost

The turmoil is whirled
Like a wild storm
Overflowing the width
Of the treasured river.
Value of culture is washed away
To destination unknown  
And the noise injured
The serene silence.
Rushing against the wind,
The brightness of virtue struggles
With the extinguished strength.
The war is lost
On the fractured  ground and
Lightning of the last scream
Is fired behind the bituminous cloud.