Plough

Plough

You may be a mere piece of wood

You are the one symbol of our labour

That raised its head

  in the ancient years of the earth

plough maybe your name

but you are that burning letter

which fell on the earth from the sky

abandoning the language of the stars

your touched roused

 the perfumes of dreams

sleeping in the earth

and dispersed them all over in the empty space –

Before you might

Knelt the woods, the hills, the rivers and the savannahs –

Drinking your sperm

Earth yielded in ecstatic joy

Large gifts of fruits hearths homes and poems –

Today in the final page of history

You have drawn the burning line across the mankind

Defining workers and idlers

Held out the promise of a new sun

To the working classes of the world –

THE HORIZON

Folding the sky , horizon descended

Into me vertically

In me the forests , rivers , mountains , villages and towns

Become straight line , curves , triangles circles and

run into a pulsating drop

rivers turn back and flow into the hills

the hills go in to their caves ,

men are merging  into the trees , trees are

merging into flowers , flowers into  fruits , fruits

into  seeds , seeds into the earth and earth

into the skies; the sky merges into the horizon

the horizon unfolds the sky and flies out of me

and resting on the sea horizontally , again , keeps

gazing at the worlds of stars ,

keeps calling me , come , come , come .......

                             &...

Me and My Pea or My Pea and My Me

Me and My Pea or My Pea and My Me

( A dialogue across space and time )

WORDS AND CENTURIES 

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A house, around the house a garden; in the garden, a pea. No, let us put it this way-my heart, in the heart a house, around the house a garden, in the garden a pea. This pea a moving feast of colours comes to me wherever I am. The peahen pulls at my pyjamas. If I fail to take notice of her and remain preoccupied with reading, or writing she keeps teasing me, makes unintelligible accosting sounds, asking for something to eat, like a child asks his mother. If I throw the grain on the floor, she will not touch it, continues to grumble with sounds rejecting it protesting: only when I offered with my hands she eats, eyes full of lustre. And after she is appeased does not vanish but keeps moving about in my surroundings, now a...

THE HORIZON

THE HORIZON

Folding the sky , horizon descended

Into me vertically

In me the forests , rivers , mountains , villages and towns

Become straight line , curves , triangles circles and

run into a pulsating drop

rivers turn back and flow into the hills

the hills go in to their caves ,

men are merging  into the trees , trees are

merging into flowers , flowers into  fruits , fruits

into  seeds , seeds into the earth and earth

into the skies; the sky merges into the horizon

the horizon unfolds the sky and flies out of me

and resting on the sea horizontally , again , keeps

gazing at the worlds of stars ,

keeps calling me , come , come , come .......

                            &n...