Thursday, 31 July 2014

King David


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

Monday, 28 July 2014


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.

Saturday, 19 July 2014

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.