Genghis Khan

 

Dark sky retreats,

When the sun smiles

With golden wings

Lonely Kherlen murmurs

On the hooves of horses

Armor-clad men

With folded fists

And closed eyes

Call Tengri on lips –

‘A man from the sky’

Roars on horseback

‘No more delay guys’

For the battle of Wushabao

Stand on hind legs

Raising the front hooves

Neighs of horses heard of

Uf! It’s a journey

Thro’ jungle and

Blurred in dust till

They leave a trail,

Beat of the drums

Stokes fire in hearts

Of the dauntless

‘To begin thy history’

With the Jin armies

Swords clash and

Break peace everywhere

A few fly in air

Tumbling down those

Who are lost here?

The advancing troops

Feeling full numb

To tread on bodies

Strewn on ground

‘Victory’ is the chanting

The rest turns a deaf ear

Paying no heed to the

Blood oozing from wound

A robotic move, indeed,

Towards the enemy

‘Make a pincer move’

‘Attack’ from right wing,

A command unleashes

Volleys of arrows

A tough battle

A win-win is called for

Countless men confront on both

Hark, Siege on left

And land thy flag

Celebrate the win

For the Renaissance to come.

To Ms. Thisbe

Fingers run thro’ nerves

To know of love in thy pulse

Pyramus, they chant in full

Come and talk on thy side

Thro’ a crevice in the wall

Stumbling blocks on the way warn:

Not to grumble and crawl

Love doth have the wonder

To chisel and throw with one go

Verbal volleys ‘re flown everywhere –

Teach thy ears not to bend,

What a crime, they see, in exchanging eyes?

Uf! How a dispute is playing havoc!

Finding fault with the locked souls

Hark! How they turn red-faced

Hearing us talk this way,

Meet and greet by a Mulberry tree

Before the sunset and the Moonrise,

Near the tomb of king Ninus

Outside the city gates, where

Thou start thy journey thro’

The streets of Babylon on tiptoe,

Heavily-veiled to escape the hands

For learning and exploring more on life.

King David

Introduction

King David (1005 – 965 BC) sent his army to wage war against the Ammonities, a tribe from a region east of the Dead Sea and he stayed behind in Jerusalem for wooing Bathsheeba. Against the backdrop of the war, the following scene takes place.

Bathsheeba, my dear mirror,

Don’t singe the heart with thy sunny locks

Call the moon to caress the burnt soul

Oh, ‘no’ to the magic in thy lips

Is it fair to hypnotise with thy look?

See, how I float in water very light

Hark! Flying high like a lark

It ‘s ‘maya’, they say

To catch a fish with a hook

No more rage or bitterness

When will thou shed thy skin?

And let me see thy colour

A trance, in deed, that nothing can penetrate

Why do thou cast a glance at?

See, how the lips lost control and sing

A war, a war, a war

Come hither to wage a war!

In my heart with thy eyes

Neither a king nor a husband

A friend to call thee

A mural on the wall

Or a sculpture on the mall

An everlasting symbol

To live long in the hearts

Of all in the annals of history

Samyukta

A cloud of dust billows up in air

As hooves of the horses beating the ground

A horse neighs with his head high

Echoing in the ears of the Princes

On horses, dressed in colourful robes

With a turban and sword

Marching to the Fort of Kannauj

A festive air cheers them all

And it’s the King Jaichand’s call

For his daughter’s swayamvaram

In a beautiful palace, where

The princes wait for their turn

Smitten Samyukta, sashays thro’ the door

Holding a garland in her arms

Lo! her eyes gleam at the statue

Stands tall near the door

Exuding confidence and chivalry

A surprise, indeed, for the eyes

Of those, who follow her so close

When her garland falls on

And Prithvi catches her up in arms

They fly thro’ the air like a storm

It’s about love born in eyes

And entrenched deep in heart

Which sweeps thro’ the hearts in history.

Mr. Simian

   

Going up the tree

One by one

At a slow pace

Yet an active air

Big and small

Tall and short

A spitting image of man

But with a tail

On thy back

Alas! Half-eaten

Mangoes dropped under

And jumping to the next

In a jiffy,

‘Kurkure’ and ‘spice mixture’

From the back

Of the house

Call thy attention

At their leisure

Spilling hither and thither

While running for cover

When chased at-

Disappointed for sure

At thy grimace on top,

Curiosity beckons thee

To open the tap

In the garden

Run on toes hearing

The water down,

Fun to watch thee on

The water tank

Frolicking with each other

And the tussle with the young

Throwing water everywhere,

At dawn, like a circus swinger

Hanging on a cable

From house to house

And a dance in tune with

Moving buses on road

A real treat for all

The eyes, who follow on

At thy each step.

Maruthi

An isolated Ashoka

Huge, in fact, with branches

Mesmerizes ye all

To bathe in fragrances

And a red-hued flowers

Indeed a feast for all

A gentle breeze caressing

Both thy body and soul

No wonder, it’s but serene

Whirr…., a sudden whirlwind

Tossing them up and down

A panic-stricken few

Make a pell-mell dash for cover

Wow, it’s Hanuman

Jumping down to Our Sita

Who is mourning under –

Ram, Ram chanting

Sweep through hearts

Is it a trick by Ravana?

No more mystery it’s !

When Hanuman unlocks

The knots one after the other

Oh, how sad! How painful it’s!

To see a rainbow hue

Yet a glint of surprise in eyes

“My Rama’s Kanayazhi”

A chant takes a toll

The voice of Rama heard

A hope of rescue to come

“Chudamani” is thy message

“Till I reach my God”

Tears choked her voice

Thus she bids thee all.

Aurora

Cooing cuckoo calls

It’s dawn indeed for all

No more sleep now

See thro’ the window

How nice it’s … !

With the golden locks

And red-hued spots

Is’t a magic carpet?

Oh, ye march in the sky

When breeze makes Her way

The whiff of past in air

Uf! No more sleep now

Ye ‘re a furnace

To singe our hearts

Brain can’t move fast

Body cries feeling thy wrath

Why ye spit flames so hot?

When Prometheus is not here

To champion a cause

No more sleep now

When will ye hear us?

Desire

Tulip, lily, lavender

Daffodil and rose or

Cedar, eucalyptus,

Sandal spread in air

Sky-high forts and

The birds’ rainbow

Deer, fox, kangaroo,

Elephant or zebra

Know not what to choose?

Or what not to… ?

Mango, orange

Grapes or Cherry

Hi, so delicious

To see and taste

Live, dance, sing

In rain, in hot sun

Or in whirlwind

To be a flower,

A creeper or a

Bee to suck

And give honey

Know not what to choose?

Or what not to…?

To be a macho man,

Or a sweet woman

Or be both in one

An innocent kid,

A playful youth

Or a grey-haired

To sigh and recall

To enjoy and share

The fun or fight

Groan or moan

Cry, scold, love

Laugh or talk

Know not what to choose?

Or what not to…?

Ye ‘re the root

Of all evil, yet

The irony is to see

The right and wrong

Empty we stand

If we leave thee here.

Magic Bowl

Don’t seek here for a morsel

Sorry, it’s dry, dear squirrel

At the back of the garden

Sitting high on the wall sighing

Left ‘high and dry’ with no food

For the master ‘s on leave

Ye, crows, go else where

Don’t know about Him and

His whereabouts, ye dear

Gone ‘re those days, when

Called me as ‘a bowl of plenty’

Now left uncared for:

For the master ‘s on leave

Lonely wait here sighing

Will ye come here crying?

Ye, the father of three

Bye, bye, please take care.

Gare ‘a toi’!

Hi, tell me, why ye roar in the jungle

While roaming around for thy prey?

At dark and stormy night

When none dares to bray

Hi, tell me, why ye roar in the jungle

Till the animals make their way?

And the cubs too roar by a den

To celebrate a feast day

‘T is indeed tough to be a man

To live in an endless strife

When ‘t billows up in air

In the garb of a spiritual life

‘Meet and greet’ in the battle ground

‘Name and fame’ may throw ye down

No more wish ye seek out here

But to barter the fertile for a ghost town

Skyscrapers call thy attention

And welcome thee to the Cannes Festival

An irony for the slumdog Millionaire

To spread a message at the interval

Hence the reason, why I’m here

Laughing and ‘njoying my state

At dark and stormy night

When none dares to debate.

Ode to a Child

I.

Oh, baby! ‘T is a surprise

That with a cry, ye call me: nice,

Ages may steal thy innocence

‘T will be due to a bitter experience

Ah! A chance indeed to pursue

When ye screw up face for a strange few

Why ye keep thy fingers so closed

Nobody knows the fact yet to disclose

No stage or a role, yet we fall into a torpor

‘Lo!’, ‘Tis a babble and smile for God’s murmur

II.

Oh, baby! How ye find thou mom

And hide thy face in the crook of her arm

Why ye chew the corner of her saree

Till it becomes torn to make us feel sorry

Try and try: ‘Tis not time to say bye

Crawl and fall, O, baby don’t feel shy

Call thy mom to start

‘Tis a turn for all to take part

Fight, Fight! Till ye fly thy kite

‘Nev’r give up’, for ‘tis thy right.

Mr. Bee

A garden at a close quarter

It sends us into a deep torpor

Come hither to feel so light

And float, when an aroma bites

Flit from flower to flower

Buzzing in quest for nector

Why do you flap wings?

To sense the flower in full swing

Violets and yellow shimmer in thy eyes

Bend to welcome thee and no surprise

Waggle dance drives us into a trance

That we don’t want to miss any chance

No wonder, we see you change often

All flowers nev’r wither, when they ‘re untrodden.

Epistle to Mr. Adam

Tut-tut, ‘Tis raining out

My pulses racing to peep thro’ the door

Oh sir, why ye have a doubt

All b’ause of Eve’s anxiety to explore

Come hell or high water

‘Tis our duty to mint, they say

Pay the price for being a daughter

If not, go out; there’s no way

‘Dumb to watch when money speaks’

‘Let the emotions stand mute to barter’;

Curse thy coat and don’t seek

In order to win the badge of honour

No dearth of talking snakes

Slithering everywhere to entice

‘No more gullible’, my heart aches

‘To win or to lose’ in a game of dice

Sir, if ye were not so meek to accept

If Eve were not dared to disobey

We never fight in Eden and expect

A new world order to give way.

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Bonjour

O pardon me – I’m in a hurry

Ye ask me the cause and cure for your worry

I ‘ve reasons aplenty at my portal

To give and share as a mortal

‘T was a despicable act

To avert a gem of a person in fact

‘An erudite, yet rude and cheeky’

No, ‘a thumbs up’ was so creepy,

‘How else could I reach’, you may ask

Be in my shoes to know the task

Ye ‘ve reasons galore my knight,

Will you come hither to share and write?

‘T is too short to lament

Blessed to say ‘no’ for an argument

Don’t hang on to the custom

That age brings (you) wisdom

Avatar

Wear a detached cloak

As it’s zero hour

The cowl doesn’t make

The monk, yet be as

Gentle as Tom C. Owen

While addressing the public

Don’t stand on sentiments

Yet, Nicole’ll come to

Your rescue at odd hours

Arrogance, damn it,

Thy name is Norman

A rose is a rose is a rose

Say ‘no’ to emotional

Dalliances, my Rostislav

Shit to be smitten with

Darwin, my arm candy

Go spiritualistic to

Call thee as Shankar

No more wish, I’ve

To be a toy in hand

It’s a clarion call

Come hither, if you

Want to know, what

Is in my heart?

Disclaimer

It’s a jungle

Even the monkeys

Will fall, yet

Try your luck

It’s a black and

Gold python, 17

Feet long, 200$,

Christened as Darwin

A photo-op to

Kiss and hug,

Venture into the

Mystery to taste

The forbidden fruit

Nobody knows

What’s in and out
Time runs out

To make a mockery of

Don’t go gentle

Into a stasis

Beauty lies not

In calling a spade

A spade, but

In keeping the

Mystery till the end

Both pain and

Pleasure ’ll teach

You, what’s life

Find pleasure in

Pain and pain in

Pleasure, if you

Want to know more.

Will you?

Hurry with the sticks!

It is tiger, tiger, tiger

A distress call from a boy

A duty calls to save him

It’s a mischievous act

A thrill, it’s to notice

How people react to for a cry

How a paleface gets flushed

Oh, look at the cool guy

Giggling from a treetop

His cries go unanswered

When he meets a tiger

It’s a lesson that

All turn a deaf ear

To a truth, when

It comes from a liar