SALT

we did our best .

i compromised with carrot 

she with broccoli.

but there are things

inescapable .

you can slit  your throat 

but cant hold your breath for a long time  .

she wanted in vegetables
salt 

should match her bitterness 

i was escapist .

my expectations never betray me .

a small amount of salt 

strained our relationship.

you

you  are everyone yet nobody 

faceless 

like chopped lettuce 

just like a tennis ball

every side is a top 

every side a bottom.

just like a bartender 

u exist only in your language .

height

make a pile of illusions 

call me 

and lift me with your voice .

if u cant give me Ur shoulder 

ask someone to create a mirage 

the  height was infinite .

i fell from my own eyes.. 

JUDGEMENT

u are expert in judging people .

you look through the interstices of my words 

and call my tongue 

 my character .

you look through the  small cracks of my ancient wooden door 

and judge the wall papers of my room 

and claim 

there is  dust in my lungs .

thank god !!!!!

you haven't seen me naked .

you might have linked

the withering pubic hair to a  dearth of life 

A POEM BY PROF. Akshaya Kumar

Tail-piece

Tail is animal’s advantage

over man.

A wagging tail is a dog’s

dig

at man’s unprotected back.

How vulnerable

a man is from behind!

To save the embarrassment

of total nakedness

and unguarded back

I end my signatures

with a long tail.

You are free to

discover art in this

long flourish of the pen.

To me it is a cover up

Exercise.

समय

गलत है सब गणित के नियम 

झूठ है सब आकड़ों का सही होना 

अब  हमें गलत पढाया गया है 

तोड़ दो ये घड़ियाँ 

छोडो घंटो और  मिनटों का चक्र। 

बस यही कोई दो घंटे पहले 

तुम गए थे छोड़कर मुझे :

ये तनाव कई महीनो 

का सा क्यों लग रहा है ..

"Lost For Words" by PINK FLOYD

I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in the cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win

academia

one  wrote a complex  book
ten men  engaged in deciphering it 
and 
hundred discussing 
thousand reading it .
millions died of starvation 
and will continue hopefully .
when your ideas will make chapatis for them 

शब्द

कहाँ उलझी हुयी हो तुम 

व्यंजन और मात्रायों  के भूल-भुलैया में 

इनका अपना यथार्थ है 

जीवन के यथार्थ से परे  . 

तुझे "आप " से "तू "

तक आने में बरसों लगे हैं। 

मुझ तक पता   नहीं 

शायद कब पहुँचो गी 

BEAUTY - medieval Indian poetry (Tamil/ Sanskrit) # 3

# 3
THE BEAUTIES OF A POEM ARE  BEST KNOWN
BY THE CRITIC .
WHAT DOES THE AUTHOR KNOW ?
THE BEAUTIES OF A WOMAN ARE KNOWN
ONLY TO HER HUSBAND.
WHAT DOES A FATHER KNOW ?
(TELUGU)

THE POET TUKARAM -ARRANGED WORDS

To arrange words

To arrange words
In some order
Is not the same thing
As the inner poise
That's poetry.

The truth of poetry
Is the truth
Of being.
It's an experience
Of truth.

No ornaments
Survive
A crucible.
Fire reveals
Only molten
Gold.

Says Tuka
We are here
To reveal.
We do not waste
Words. 

Sant Tukaram

desire

The desire doesn't take  a U turn  

 If u start calling it your sister 

Rather it recoils  into  the retina as a dark truth 

Later on ,

What u call 

Mascara