http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/ Jagannathspoetry Mon, 06 Mar 2006 04:15:02 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2006. http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/28.html Mon, 06 Mar 2006 12:14:26 GMT In Bishnupur our horses do not fly Like the horses of the Sun-God’s chariot Their decorated necks are humorous and brittle Our crumbling terra cotta temples are Godless The temple ponds are now washermen’s ghats Our gods no longer adorn the Dance Hall We have potato cold storages, everywhere, And our listless young men are playing cards Under the shade of the ancient banyan tree Our horses do not fly these days. (The Bankura horses are made in wood and clay . Making the horses is a cottage industry in Bishnupur. There are 35 ancient temples,in laterite and terra... (more) http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/comments?id=28 http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/20.html Mon, 06 Mar 2006 10:38:01 GMT Words hit you like swarming flies On a sticky summer afternoon Words fester under your skin Like wounds refusing to be healed They enter your eyes like dust Filling them with hot salty tears You gather them like sea-shells To empty the pocket and throw away The moment you reach home Words grate like steel furniture Being dragged on a dusty floor Words fill your tummy with nausea Like the guts of a dog run over By a passing truck on the highway Words turn into a handful of dust. http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/comments?id=20 http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/27.html Sat, 25 Feb 2006 06:41:54 GMT Creatures of the gone world walk, In measured meters, by dark streams Flowing with the city’s vulgar sins. Thinking poems are autumn-falling In criss-cross patches of golden sun, Actually these are pallid ghosts Pulled out of unlit eastern skies Laughing poems feel like poems On the grassy mounds, children Mimicking toothless laughter, hiding Lots of death-fear knotted around Approaching birthdays in jitters. Silver manes falling on grey scarves, They laugh their guts out, ha ha, In the club of morning laughter On grassy mounds in sunlit parks. Yellowed skulls hiding in... (more) http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/comments?id=27 http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/26.html Sat, 24 Dec 2005 05:36:25 GMT Here, the man went inward and wise, Reluctant teacher, about to enter light The leaves about him had a faint aura Not a pall of dust but of wisdom’s light, The why of all including our nothing- We who had liquid origins and trauma. He had an answer to all our questions But no questions to our lucent answers His ears were long and unhearing As were his eyes small and crinkly. It was not he who patted his tummy And laughed to the vulgar crowds loud Just a yellow figurine on dusty shelves. Did you say he had frozen in bronze With an enormous stomach side-splitting? Actually our fears froze... (more) http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/comments?id=26 http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/25.html Sat, 24 Dec 2005 05:34:29 GMT Here a talking man is sleeping, His arms akimbo, feet in the air. Then were wild gesticulations, Sweat on brow, fire in the eyes Now vacant and unconnected. He no longer exists in space But he had happened in time Whatever begins shall remain. http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/comments?id=25 http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/24.html Sat, 24 Dec 2005 05:31:57 GMT There was fear all over; Things happened very fast. The body quickly gave way; The sanitized walls closed in. The lone crab struggled In a puddle of scalding water There were voices around All happened in a split-second When someone shouted Pull him out, for God’s sake; This is a mere dream. http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/comments?id=24 http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/23.html Sat, 04 Jun 2005 14:14:06 GMT Meanings do not accrue They happen on the side Away from the world’s centre There is no fear of uncertainty, Of not being able to cope. The metaphors sound clichéd In the world’s understood Something much deeper Comes out of the tranquil eyes That brimmed with meaning We laugh all the time, here, In the parks, under the trees We do not understand the world Our talk comes from the medulla Our thinking is under the ribs A transition from the concrete To a fuzzy laughter-filled world We stopped crying long ago. http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/comments?id=23 http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/22.html Sat, 04 Jun 2005 14:11:59 GMT I can visualize that happening The power of death is palpable Amidst disbelief, impossible reason Unthinking brain-aliveness I can see the yellowed feet Jutting out of the white sheet Fleeting flies gratuitously sharing Fickle aliveness with the dead Existence logic is devoid and white Like the all-enveloping sheet. http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/comments?id=22 http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/21.html Mon, 31 Jan 2005 06:36:05 GMT Pesky night,vaguely mysterious Deeply opaque,painfully crisp A catacomb of mummified corpses Of dismembered dead memories The hungry night gobbles up Tiny hesitant moonlight shadows Of compensatory life's little joys The sea of darkness,vertically bottomless Stretches incomprehensibly towards Hopelessly sterile sea-sky horizons With no little specs of hopeful boats Bobbing up fortuitously,unexptectedly No babbling people in sight. The inky night infiltrates the bones And cave-smelling creatures of the dark With their topsy-turvy world-views Take off in a fit of satanic fury. A lone... (more) http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/comments?id=21 http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/19.html Sat, 29 Jan 2005 07:11:22 GMT Desire lay coiled Slithering , smooth Hot and in slow motion The swaying coconut Was slowly devouring The crescent moon. The pipal waited in the dark Studded with white pearls Of sleeping flamingoes. He that cogitated Was besieged by Waves of double-think. Nothing was certain While passion-storms Blew away fluffy Cotton clouds of sanity He that reflected Despised carnality The cry of the body Aimed at the pristine Purity of the atma The luminiscent speck Of the primordial matter The ethereal bond That existed between Him and other specs of Particulate matter Was not lust, the crying Of... (more) http://jagannathspoetry.blogdrive.com/comments?id=19