mukti !!!

1.
It was the hour before dawn
The waking ear of nature
Heard her steps,
Trees were performing
A rain dance,
Clouds
Hovered over the woods
And washing the dirty paths,
The lights of jugnu
Were shining all around
Her luminous smile
Scattered all the way

2.
It was me
The minuscule
Enjoyed the fight
Between The darkness of Amavashya
And the supernal beam,
Gradually
It engulfed the darkness
Ah! The glorious dawn
Before the natural dawn
My eyes were too mite
To see the glittering gesture
And all what it did…….

3.
My ears
Were drinking the intoxicating
Sounds of dhak
And
The waves of conches
Kept me awake
from my deep sleep.
I,
The formless stupor
Without my dirty mind
Felt the shower of ambrosia all around

4.
I have seen the broken
Barrier in between,
Enjoying the
Transparency all around
in my abode.
Flabbergasted
For I felt the cosmos
in the depth of my core

5.
Mukti!
What I need, O! maa
I am yearning for it.
I am crying to taste
the elixir of life…
mukti
From fear,
And the very Desire,
From lust, and greed
Grant it to me
The only thing I need……..

Rajdeep bhattacharya

August 27, 2009 (12:13 am)

dhak- a musical instrument

barriers-lust greed etc

jugnu-a firefly

truth(iv) an irony

1.

On the black blazing coal tar
In front of the slaughter house
With the Mosque on one side
And the Temple on other
The meek
Buffalo
Weak -kneed
with chains around its neck
Standing alone
Waiting for its turn to be
Slaughtered
Trying to meditate on the
Divine intonation
diffused by the tomb of the mosque
and the Temple
“Allah –u- Akbar”………….
and “Aum”…………
It travels hither and yon’
Through air…………..
The concoction so great,
So divine

2.

Laymen all around
With their frail vessels
Having two oars
Olfactory or tactile
Floating on the
Water of impure imagining
Running blindly
Lost in the labyrinth
Of senses……………….

3.

The paper thick layer
on the feeble bone
with down cast eyes
filled with tears
Heart
almost dead
Neck
preparing to place itself
on the butchers’ block
and the rusty cleaver
Mind
failed to concentrate
and meditate upon god
Ah!
The picture of blood
Dripping from its neck
And sharp pain engulfs the screen
O! The poor buffalo!

4.

Prostate with grief
Laughing at his own condition
For he is of no use
And sold by his master
the pain of being exploited and then discarded”
is more than the pain of the rusty cleaver
brave poor buffalo………..
dying in front of divine representation
neither Allah nor Ram
could save his rickety soul
(what an irony!!!!!)……



Rajdeep Bhattacharya ( 4th 0f august 2009)