We were sleeping on clackety of train.
Death dance began pounding an earth.
We were just dreaming of our wedding.
An earth trembled as coaches reached
The crescendo of lust for one another.
Bones crunched or flesh , forget which.
(In the worst of train accidents the Patna-Indore express derailed near Kanpur killing more than 100 people and injuring several)
Turbans are a color ,angry red .
Blood things below go hungry.
Angry turban also loves a pink .
Angry turbans are king’s blood
Which is red -dead like a stone,
Turning yellow vapor in stone.
After so many coils of turbans
Blood things crumble into air
And turn echoes on blue hills.
The sea is calmly deep and afraid.
I see Rukmini’s lying-in hospital
Along with some juice hair parlors.
The brokers rub rotund stomachs.
There, at junction, in a sea of cars
Stand the muddy-haired children
Who have a nasty habit of poking
Their outstretched grubby hands
Directly in the holes of your eyes.
This day we welcome the wealth goddess
Asking her favors, new clothes and gold
Husbands’ love, life and joy, job and kids.
We do not need brooms and bath room
Slippers with a bit of darkness skewered
On golden day of wealth and happiness.
A dark sister of the wealth goddess waits
On the staircase , with bare neck devoid
Of the golden hues of wealth, loose hair
In full disarray, on a bareback of poverty.
Behind ,she stands sadly on a door frame
Gaily decked in painted flowers, brooding
On her heavy deprivation, sibling rivalry.
The marigolds sing in a heavenly beauty.
Their dust flies in face in a soft fragrance.
The stories told make us rich, husbands
Long living, loving and leveraging wallets.
Let us slam door shut in the sister’s face.
(Lakshmi the goddess of wealth is welcome in the homes but her sister Jyesta who comes riding on an owl, represents ugliness and squalor and is turned away at the door)
Rain and lights are unreal to sky.
But joy flutters in a small heart.
Chillies sputter a serial outburst.
Dragonflies whizz past memory.
Joy refuses to be a damp cracker.
There is wet rain in night of sky.
Its patter comes alive in a body,
Heart aflutter with the new hope.