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stars are                                                                                                                                                          gateways
renting galaxy’s
skin
~
peepholes
in cosmic
soul’s
dear departed
~
that couldn’t say
final goodbyes
now bruises
on an inky sky
~
ever glistening
scabs …….
unforgivingly
glowing
~
confronting
neglected hurts
lighting inner skies
seeking appeases
~
Van Gogh Art

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emotional triggers

 

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It
takes little
to hurl mind
in already
navigated
life’s hits
misses

“Dhaakad” a
unique word
with that added
inflection launched
off your quick witted
tongue enhanced
nuanced big time
and
I’d see things
in altogether
new light
in
another
life
~

An old
finicky eater
now an incorrigible
foodie frequently
self indulgent
over cherished
“deja vu” taste
memories
with mouth watering
involuntarily
is now
a failed
dieter
~
mirrors
parade
departed
loved ones
paying frequent
visits when I flick
licks of hair
tossing head back
just so, neck craned
delicately up holding
proud hurt filled eyes
with tremulous smiles
piano(ing)
in startling
ways
~
last
but the least
snatches
of familiar
songs
crooned
by you, me
drowning out
each other
invariably increases
heartache
these days
and
I
surrerpitously
wipe face
gently mopping
dripping
sinuses
many times
nowadays

~

DNA

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me ?
– Cohen- ” Beautiful Losers”.
~
embellishing
my todays
building
upon
yesterdays
i unroll
life’s
coils
~
fate
tends
to foil
in parries
and thrusts
I’ve mastered
fencing feints
with mind
~
mind
is a magical
kingdom
unto itself
own
drummer
Pied Piper
and Alice
~
still very much
owning myself
I drop and lose
life in senior
moments
while valiantly
warding off fogs
of mind
~
faith
keeps me
centered and
firmly tethered
to my true love
while destiny
plays fast and
loose
~
ever game
to pick up
thrown gauntlets
I meet fate head-on
at times mauled
and bloodied…but
never ever backing
down
~
it
is
simply
not
in
my
full flowing
DNA
~

Jai Ho ! (old repost)

Jai Ho !
Haphazard concrete
Warrens
Aping things foreign
Wall graffiti
Declaring cure alls
Unfinished headless
Structures
Pigeons and vultures
Lascivious pious
Smarmy neighbor
Vying Joneses
Allah mullah
Jesus sidling
God pantheons
Aspiring spires
Peals escaping
Temple bells
Belles bearing
Water pots
Riff raff taking pot shots
Holy unholy
Ubiquitous peepul
Tree
Peopled by glittery
Red scarves of desires
Ancient dusty
Towns lost
And found
Sunset to sunrise
Amidst herds of cattle
Would be cities- attentions bite
Bytes visual
Stab and wound
The Discerning with nibbling bites
~
image of a Rickshaw in Kolkata is by Marji Kahn via Kolory Indii

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Delhi

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It’s a precipice, this city. Sharp, rugged, unbracing.
Everywhere you go in Delhi, the edge never leaves you.
I look out at the precipice that the city is.
Sharp with the setting sun’s rays.
Rugged like the Gulmohar’s bark.
Enticing nonetheless like a kaleidoscopic slope seen from afar. ..Nabina Das
Delhi …the old world Dilli…dilwalonki Dilli ….of Meena Bazar and narrow bylanes where sounds of “azan” intermingle cheek by jowl with fervent temple bells….the tinkling of anklets and bracelets shyly giggling at lovers’ trysts….

the fading jaded decadence of bygone era of opulent excesses…

the reverberating sighs of a deposed ruler poet Bahadur Shah Zafar exiled to far flung city unceremoniously plucked from beloved hometown by money and power hungry British Company Raj

“Lagta nahi hai dil mera
Ujde dayar mein
Kis ki bani hai aalame
Na payedar mein
Keh do in hasrato se
Kahi aur ja base
Itni jagah kahan hai
Dile dagdaar mein
Itni jagah kahan hai
Dile dagdaar mein
Umre daraz mang ke
Laye the char din
Do aarzu mein kat gaye
Do intazaar mein
Do aarzu mein kat gaye
Do intazaar mein
Kitna hai badnasib
Zafar dafn ke liye
Kitna hai badnasib
Zafar dafn ke liye
Do gaz zamin bhi
Na mili kue yaar mein
Do gaz zamin bhi
Na mili kue yaar mein
Lagta nahi hai dil mera
Ujde dayar mein.”

My heart has no repose in this despoiled land?Who has ever felt fulfilled in this futile world???The nightingale complains about neither the sentinel nor the hunter?Fate had decreed imprisonment during the harvest of spring??Tell these longings to go dwell elsewhere?What space is there for them in this besmirched heart???Sitting on a branch of flowers, the nightingale rejoices?It has strewn thorns in the garden of my heart??I asked for a long life, I received four days?Two passed in desire, two in waiting.??The days of life are over, evening has fallen?I shall sleep, legs outstretched, in my tomb??How unfortunate is Zafar! For his burial?Not even two yards of land were to be had, in the land of his beloved
~

…the light and sound magical enactments in old Red fort of old Delhi…these draw and spell magic to my history enamored heart and mind…

the rundown smattering of crumbling tombs, Qutb Minar , Hauz Khas, Nizam-ud-din and sundry historic monuments….the draw of National museums housing saved treasures ….this is the Delhi I love…

new Delhi….is as stated by Nabina Das above…it is sharp and edgy and not above drawing blood from the unwary …

forcing one and all on their toes for sake of life, limbs, dignity and what’s in pocket/handbag …. Give me my beloved Bombay any day… I’d take
“Amchi Mumbai” any day over your smog bitten Delhi..

image above is via Google only ~
Amchi=our

A foggy polluted evening at the Vijaypath facing the Rashtrapati Bhavan in New Delhi on monday. Express Photo by Tashi Tobgyal New Delhi 071215

A foggy polluted evening at the Vijaypath facing the Rashtrapati Bhavan in New Delhi on monday. Express Photo by Tashi Tobgyal New Delhi 071215

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