Word

The sparkling Mantra

The seducing Tantra

That is Word.

We make somebody cry

We make somebody think

We make somebody silent

We make somebody laugh

By chanting this mantra.

The first thing emerged

In this world,is nothing but Word,

I live for Word,I breathe Word,

The demon drink that intoxicates me-

Is nothing but Word.

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The Child

I heard the cry of a child

like the faint bleating of a lamb

Like the tingling of bells

In the gelly balls,in the pictures of Lord Ganesha

I hear that innocent sobbing

When I look at the innocent

And cute faces of the children

I am, haunted by some memories

The violent and brutal beating

The ferocity of the hidden wolf

The serenity of the tears

All these are my days and nights

I beat and pat with the same hand

Is this that Cobra named male chauvinism?

Is it that contemptuous sadism?

Oh! my child! sleep well on my lap

I shall croon a lullaby for you

With the same mouth I use to curse you.

Haunting memory

when the wind blows and the leaves rustle
a sublime thought comes into my mind.
A thought that has haunted me and will haunt me
its nothing but remembrances of thee.