Heritage

I entered the age-old city for those joyous moments
And to watch the historical monuments.
I see a well, huge, but found water nowhere!
And cracked everywhere
Reminds those withered lips of a woman untouchable
Hoped for a drop of water in the hot noon at this well? Or for a merciful Touchable?

A rapacious school lying lonely and full of void
Alas…whose unholy feet might have emptied its mind?
Remember! That untouchable foot not yet saw your heart
Only the eaves of your court
Do not live forlorn and dejected
Humble yourself like a school boy to be once again educated

What happened to the eyes of this huge deity Ancient?
For whom are they bleeding at the moment?
Is it for those who were crushed under the wheels of your chariot?
For the relentless genocides you perpetrated for the thirst of the dominant?
It must be for your sons who deserted you for the capitalist
And those left your cracked breasts to swarm and pest with greedy quest!

My Struggle

My home had been destroyed to its centre
There is no other fort for me on this earth to enter
Now in the middle of the white- see in a boat for life
Nothing is seen except the racist vortex, too rife!

You have mocked at my life, made me “uncivilized”!
The wounds of the colonization still bleed--
To keep indignant humiliation in my heart of gross
Martyrs are still hanging to every withered tree juxtaposed to the Cross

Your girlhoods swung next to the hanging corpse--
Of my father! Bridges are balanced between the dead blacks and white cops
I was broken into peaces and scattered further haws_
As Death failed to find those particles through the optic glass

My sisters died heartburn selves--
Mothers gave birth to your slaves
You built your wealth on the rotten corpses of my children
Now I dismantle your power, even in the world of modern!

I turn Red and bloody to celebrate my negritude
Though the world had not yet bastardized, I do it one-eyed
And the vigour of my struggle as I scuffle with the White- multitude
To restore my self-dignity for a future Black world with my own fortitude!

Still Wet???

Still wet with those tears, the words of Dalit literature,

Eyes of its scholars, Disturb the black and white.

Never was a past but could be the future,

Sure, to change the present, for we go on fight!

Struggle to step out of pain, to exhume the life

Still warm the bloodied corpse in the heart of the community,

‘The man who saw tomorrow’, died to fortify

Fight for the respect and self-dignity.

Rebellion grows as sapling raise to slash out the grain

The coffins crack open to break the skull of Manu

Those fingers built the nation will now pull down—

The grand monuments to launch the egalitarian…

The sweat that fertilized the land to green

Now will turn Red to wipe out the lives

As soldiers of Pharaoh plunged down as the swarm—

Of honey bees…your communities fall as autumn leaves!

Living Corpse

I fondled her breasts, she dint respond

As if her husband was making love to her

She was cold and motionless

In that intermittent pain and pleasure,

She experienced only pain of body,

When I too had incomplete pleasure of sex!

I looked into the depths of her eyes,

As a farmer does into the dark hollows of the summer wells

I could read the intensity of pain__

That might have made her succumb

To the lidless eyes of nights,

And uncertain joyless days!

Her supple body reacted indifferently__

To my dark wishes of night without much protest.

For many, that would have been the strongest aphrodisiac

Made them desert their wives of honour

To make another night with the body without spirit,

With the corpse that is still alive!!!

He Who Never Sleeps or Slumbers…

I slumbered for a moment at a tender age of thirteen, it was just a siesta

I woke up and looked into the mirror

Found myself in the fourth “Ashram of India”[1][i]

I was not worried but was filled with displeasure

All my youth that swings between the innocence and forbidden knowledge

Has gone in a day dream

Love and its blessings that purportedly merge

With life disappeared like ashes in a stream

I was alienated like a wild bird that suffered the human touch

Gloominess of honeymoon invaded my thought

I roamed like a pup that lost its way to her master’s home

Pagan-worshippers, heathens and dying souls have entwined my path.

I started to retrospect into the unconsciousness

Of the day dream and unable to blame them

I was troubled by the feud of the lost charm of youth but I am faultless

Though they are not guiltless, I mention not; since “I am that I am”

I was chased by Evil in a deserted cul-de-sac

How can I escape? My virtue failed to help

In a world where sons of Belial rule and Satan tries to tempt Christ

Where is my help?

I saw You in the nook of the God forsaken lane

I found life at the dead-end

Is that You who restored all the lost blessings of youth’s love--

To my life! How can I believe that my life began once again from a tender childhood?

Everything is brought back with heaps of blessings to Job’s quarter

To let me know that it is only me who slumbered but not You

My Master, it is the time for me to bear fruits of “your flavour”

Together in love blessed by You!!!

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[1] In Hindu philosophy, human life span is divided into four ashrams. These are Brahmacharya, Grahasta, Vanaprastha and Sanyasa respectively. The Vedas define a specific purpose for each ashram. The particular ashram dharma is observed in different natural stages of human life: childhood, youth, middle age and old age. Fourth ashram would be the old age in which the man gives up the worldly pleasures and dedicates himself to the spirituality to attain salvation.

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The Last Moment

I don’t know where I am now
But surely I am in this world:
The world of pain and woe,
That stands forever like a scaffold.

They say I lost my memory
I don’t have any memories…
But definitely they would feel sorry__
To know that I remember a few secret lovers.

I am waiting for one of those lovers who visited mine
Home and removed my wedding band in the bed of darkness__
Would come to take me away from this asylum
Since they say I am insane!

But no one came yet__
To break these chains;
No one would ever come__
Because this moment is my last in this world!

Repercussion

I was lonely on this bed looking not into the skies__

But into the indifferent roof of my room for years!

I was claustrophobic and gloomy without any touch,

Any breath other than my own and any movement much.

He came to my bed like a male hawk slips into the nest

He took me into his serpental arms, how soft?!!!

For a moment, I was engulfed by the warmth of his chest;

I died in suffocation in the moment next!