The Barrens through the Heaven

Part I From the famed Darbhanga House Ghat- Reminiscent of a rich King's donations; From whence, as the legends say Two thousand and more years ago Sanghamitra left for LAnka, The land of Patliputra; Shrunk today in a small posh colony Detached from the Ganges- Distancing itself: Amidst expanding dimensions of Patna! Part II Foul water, no more blue; But stale grey. Denying the once famed medicated waters. No dolphins show themselves: They are safe(?) in lone sanctuary Many miles downstream. Part III A skull shows through water, Long strands of hair: Neatly detached Through a sharp cutlass; Missing lower jaws. Part IV A newspaper story of recent past Flashed through conscience immediately- 'Eighty-eight skulls seized, from Ticket Collector's Office, at Patna Station; No claimant.' Part V We sailed past, Apparently ignoring the sighting. I only hoped in my mind, fervently: "Those eighty-eight skulls Were dead Before being detached.."

A peltering wave, Striking Against neighbours, forwarding energy; To eternal entropy: Silently.. Dated:23 August, 2011

(14 Sep,1983 – 23 July,2011) R.I.P. Amy !! My heart yearns for you... And so are zillions others, Bleeding tears, near your corpse.. No, you dont know me.. & you will know me not either; No, you have been so naive.. Dated: 24/07/2011

A reply o this poem: Frail, That is what our hearts are. Just living in fear of death, Persecusion, Public shame or Deflation of ego.. Suffering evry moment, Letting our brothren suffer. Crying in muffled voices.. For ourselves, And in hoarse ones for the others. We all are crying, individualy.. We all are suffering alone.. In era of social networking Is Man still a social animal?? Dated- 1 july,2011

Like the spider-webs Woven across the corners of the walls; These homeless, encroach the government land And build their homes. Displaced once, and again; They come over As soon as administration's Buldozers Leave. They have this love; Possession and ownership !! Perceived as a blot On this urbanised civilization.. dated: 30 June, 2011

These Canines: Stray and waste Doomed to beg and feed A saving, amounting to time's scoldings An earning of world's off-shooing. No rest at night, nor comfort at dawn; Gutter for residence, and garbage for home. Make them fight, one-another if deviant; Show them morsels, give them a bite. They feed on everyone's kicks; They're dead, fed-up unfed. Humans are sure, to forget all ego and pride; These trodden creatures, if raise their head. If they wish, they can own the world; And chew their masters up to their bones. Someone remind them of the inflicted insults Someone awake them of sleeping impulse.. Translated: 13 June,2011

A car, Crashed into divider: Bonnet crushed; It was silver. Dated: 12 May,2011

Standing alone in crowd, Unnoticed, to world; Waiting, to be recognized.. Dated: 12 June, 2011

He was found today, Lifeless- Silent. In his studio apartment. The door-mat was littered With three day's newspapers. And bills thereof , Showing dues of three months. Reeking of tobacco And marijuana, And of decaying flesh. Few notebooks Spread around him. The laptop was still on, Plugged in the power socket. A cellphone showed five missed calls, And four messages All from one number. An e-mail Open on the laptop screen; That read rejection. And a haiku, On a parchment; read - "Enough! I evade; I am finally going to rest."                     Dated 16 May, 2011

On the banks of Son A shepherd guides His fleet of sheep. No sheep knows Which way it is; Sandy land it is, Yellow-greyish. All farmers are out In their respective lands To plow it. What job has does this shepherd? Its the month of jeth and 'loo' Who needs him and his sheep. The shepherd talks to his sheep: "We will have our days for sure; Someday tomorrow, 'agahan' (margsheersh:December) will come Till then, we have to wait, Amidst the grassy diyara (river banks). Dated: 12 May,2011 Translated from my Bhojpuri poem जेठ मा गडरिया http://chhalaktepaimane.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_12.html

Not same are the diwali fire-balls Neither are the colours of holi, less of flaws There ain't none such fairy tales There ain't no streets of gold There aren't any B'day Girls or boys No hugs are there of the soft toys All deserted are me an' you That's all we've got yeah That's all we've gotta hold on to. Nobody is there to Hold upon. So Just cheer's and Enjoy the day. May the day be so long That no night does fall upon.                     Dated: 21st August, 2006

This is What does itch. A leech; Stuck to my skin Feeding upon me. It pains not, It seems unbotherable. But slowly, Eats me. Unconcerned I grow weaker, Finally; Adopted to it. I assume its existence Inevitable, unevicted. Perfectly natural. Tranquilled, oblivious Of my potential, To root it off.. Dated: 7 May,2011

The ruddy faces of travellers Sweaty body , dry throat. Half empty Mashaq. Caravans of camels: And their bells Creating melody with The desert storm. Dry sand-mounds; Brown, dust of sand. The scorching yellow heat. Small cactuses- In the name of Greenery Today: Camel is no more the ship of desert; Air-conditioned cars run instead. Instead of Mashaq, Bottles of cold mineral water. Music surely is there But of I-Pod; Confined to the ears Alone. A lot has changed! What is reminiscent : Simply Brown, dust of sand And Small plants of Cactus. Dated: 13 April, 2011 Translated from my poem "रेगिस्तान" http://www.sahityashilpi.com/2011/04/blog-post_6350.html

Castles in the sand Stand erect. Rustling waves Foaming white; Rushes against: Erases the existence After break-through In few attempts. Memories; Stand firm; Untill Time wipes them off... Dated: 14 April, 2011

In this world of vampires Through this fiery night I move through the caves Dark; and narrow: Confined, they've me; To avoid, perhaps My warm blood Escaping their throats. They do come out, Whenever The night Befalls And tell me To relax ! For I'm just One who knows Their secrets, and They wont kill me ! As they are not Cidial Maniacs; But what they are Is just a creature Who has the right To suck blood And live upon It; as we do Upon meating beasts. They dont only Suck my blood; But also Of my brothren And I'm celled, Aware, and Alone To sulk And wait to die; Whereas the free Kins of mine Are sucked And are in dark Of what they feed; And how They're fooled; As the night Rarely Passes.. Dated: 16 January,2008

A vagabond sings aloud His hands playing a harp; Though an unlettered guy He's aable to think so sharp. He talks of kingdoms grand Those presiding late civilizations; And of their perishes And the put-forth lessons. He has his good lore In it he does adore; The Gods that arose And miracles they bore. This music of the vagabond Ties a sort-of Bond Between the times present And his sung Stories; And makes us think to learn, From the past Grieves and Glories.. Dated November 8, 2007

When you just walked Out on me, I was shattered.. Crumbling, Sulking, Thinking how to go about; Yeah, I was shattered.. I looked at you, Silently; Followed you And cried, Violently.. Ahaa, What a fool i was.. Cherishing the fringed Avenue.. Thought; I would rebuild it. A spark did arrive, Out of blue.. Just bursting The clouds of gloom.. And lo, I found.. Nothing was damaged, I was sane and sound.. And yeah, I do now Feel so good.. And you gotta live With that ugly face.. With that smug look.. Dated 20 January,2011

Canopy, Standing still: The backwaters. Gushes of black water, Foaming white; Neutralizes against Ancient lithos.. Crimson sky, Behind a scar; Civilization- They name it!! dated: 13 February,2011

Somewhere Primate: Fortifying walls around; Exit, Only downwards. Silence.. Chirping of birds, Eagles Hover.. Backwaters Of a silent stream; Probably last night was cold: No glacial meltdown.. Piscean flock Swimming happily; Even a sand dropped, Disturbs them.. Lost in hububs of Culture; Peace: Ignorant I stand.. dated: 13 February, 2011

Oh yeah, its d month of spring, I but, have no flowers to bring. The day's sunny, the breeze's cool, Standing beside a clear pool.. I look at image,falling beneath, And fend the beauty,hidden underneath. Yeah, the silence seems heavenly, Its only the noise of breathes, frequently. And I dont know just what to say, My strength's gonna give way. And I may never ever make it into words, And maybe apart will remain our worlds. But still, a hope will surely chill Keep loving you always,I will..... Dated: 18 October,2007

Come into my arms, I'll wave away all your fears. Look into my eyes, I'm here to wipe all your tears.. I'm there with you, In your heart. You're here with me, All distances apart.. Love will be mine, Trust me! I'll fight even the heavens, To stay with thee; Forever!! dated: 26 dec, 2010

Sitting alone ovr porch, Golden sunshine Warming me up, From behind d hills; Rock through ears.. No worries in d numb mind.. Am confused.. Is dis d heaven i seek, Or hell i despise.. Seems both are FARCE..... Dated 24 January,2011

Unfounded, weird, Unclear, elusive.. Evasive.. Dreams, Nightmares? Pulse beating.. Still alive!! Dated:28 January 2011

Summers: Thread-like stream; Dry bed, Trodden current, Fragmented land.. Monsoons: Python born, Belching streams, Eating up surroundings, Wreathing havoc.. Very similar, To anthros' behaviour!! Dated: 31 Jan,2011

Wind's Serenede, Waves of Trance; Spring, Floral epitaph. No wonder, Valentino didnt mind; Persecution, Execution. Ides of February, Festivity of love; Or, A zest of survival, Of the evolutionary rudiments. No wonder, Rose in blood's hue; Symbolises LOVE.. Dated: 4 January, 2011