The Barrens through the Heaven

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