Category Archives: Poems

From the streets of Chicago

Away! For I must thee follow!
‘Tis not through thy companionship
But in thine absence, that I thrive!
Time, O thou prejudiced bird,
Thy decisive fluttering wings and ticks
and bells; albeit music to mankind,
Beg to be silenced, in thy requiem.

I remain but a lazy sod, whining
Whiling away thy willing blessing
With recklessness befitting a fool.
Guide me to thy abyss, thou trickster
For what good is my grief,
In the comfort of a warm brew
And a Wordsworthian soliloquy.

Thou art my haven, O winged beast
Come, embrace me, and with me, waltz;
The dance of eternal youth!

For Takahata-san!

But what is that sound?
Rush! Growls of mortal peril!
Fire from the skies.

For honour and love
Veterans at tug-of-war
Banter as he cries.

Amongst shattered dreams
From the fire, innocence
Sheltered in the caves.

See those fireflies?
Try to keep them, and you will
Lead them to their graves.

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Ode to Winter

O majestic force of heaven above, thy elaborate
Plot of desolation, despair, thy dominating dread,
Thy blissful, breath-taking brilliance binds
My senses, when thy gentle, cold wings are spread.
Dark and dreary, the lights in the skies then softly fade,
The shadows I once cast now cast me, O Winter!
For by thy unconquerable might, bound am I.
The sound of a child’s delight, O hear!

O, for a ray of the warm burning sun,
Shining off lakes – silent, but for life –
That by thy omnipresent prominence
Shiver; shiver, and look to the darkened skies,
And watch, transfixed by thy glorious aura,
When with thine masterful strokes in black and grey
Thou cover’st the land in picturesque gloom.
The sound of thy stunning silence, O hear!

The wind, O Winter! flees before thy mighty self,
Crackling, hiding, rushing in vain, through branches countless –
That once sunburnt, warmth-kissed and green, now belong to thee –
Singing like a madman, thy ferocious praise!
O wild destroyer of peace in the wilderness,
Thy soulful silence broken by his meaningless fear,
The fiercest creatures, in thy shadows, tremble,
The sounds of their pounding hearts, O hear!

O, for a warm brew, as dark as thee, sweet as thy calm
To awaken my senses, that in thy presence falter,
And fail to grasp, thy essence, in all its esteemed glory!
O parent! Preserver of dreams! What wrong did man, for
Blind is he, to thine undying love. O, immortal spark,
To whom, is owed fire’s grandeur! By thy shielding wings
I walk, unafraid! Thou art not meant to fade; stay!
Stay! Thy son’s despair, O hear!

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Delhi

This feels wonderful, Delhi,

For you show us the grandeur of our past

The kings who once breathed their last

On this land, all powerful, left us splendid

Marvels, the tourists all attended,

The spicy food, the President’s guard,

The everyday man’s simple jugaad,

Overloaded trucks, the skinny driver,

The ironic filth in the holy river,

And yet, you are the liveliest city,

Couldn’t you just be near the sea?

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