Seeing it happen

A far seer spoke words that enacted deaths,
Words wrapped in a worry over extinction.

The blind king saw his words turning to ash
As the sun fell behind vast blind mountains

Giving a few temporary lies to certain death.
The far seer tells he saw mighty warriors fall

And golden chariot rushing without its sun.
A hundred sons fall in a web of their deceit.

A blind poet saw the endless rushing of life
By winged chariot without its effulgent sun.

A library of books rose to sky from his earth
A knowledge that dated back to a sunny sky.

(In the Hindu epic of Mahabharata , the battle of Kurukshetra unfolded for the blind king through the words “I saw” by an eyewitness seer who described the events of the war in a streaming narrative. In The Alef : Infinite wonder/Infinite pity by J.L.Borges the narrator describes the vast whirring world he has seen with the words I Saw..)



The naked men would come from the hills
Their purity already tested in  natural sky.

(Here we write pure poem in an azure sky
About waters that washed down corpses.)

The corpses had renounced their worlds
But their suns went on to rise regardless.

The naked men have renounced clothes
But now what to do with hanging things.

We have no tears enough to wet our eyes
And what to do with the hanging things.

Hare krishna

The butter he had on lips was a cloud.
You too would be cloud upon his flute

Its finger holes breathing your dance
Your eyes softly closed to the breeze.

You are not besotted woman by river,
Just a nut dancing to camphor flame,

No gender issues about the prankster
Who ate a muddy universe in mouth.

On a visit to the Arti ceremony in the Hare Krishna temple in Bangalore


Half lie

Looking away is amoral kind of a lie
Like the elephant death when spoke

Or mentioned in passing in epic war
Where cousins fight  half light’s end.

The half light is lie constantly spoke,
Blurred loose ends hanging in there

A pretension that tomorrow is hope.
Someone up there speaks a  full lie.

(In the Kurukshetra war a half lie spoken by Yudhistira about the death of an elephant named Aswathdhama leads to the death of an invincible Dronaacharya who lays down arms believing his son by the same name had been killed in the war)


Confusion about heads

We were confused in  single head
About Brahma’s number of heads

Including skull we saw in the hills
Loosely lying in the flowing  river.

Brahma had a fifth that looked up
In incest at a daughter of himself.

We were confused in single head
About heads – three, four or five

We have only a head that swivels
On the shoulders unidirectionally

With no view of what is up in sky.
We feed rice to our men up there.