Weavers weaving at break of day,Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,We weave the robes of a new-born child. Weavers, weaving at fall of night,Why do you weave a garment so bright? . . .Like the plumes of a Read more…
She Like a serpent to the calling voice of flutes,Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love!Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans aboveHis jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers;And on ripe boughs of many-coloured fruitsBright parrots cluster like vermilion flowers. He Like the perfume in the petals of a rose,Hides thy Read more…
Mens Voices: Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,Bright and munificent lord of the morn!Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,Thine is the bounty that nurtured our corn.We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute,The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;O giver Read more…
Splish, splash, rain drops, on my terracotta rooftop, O Cloud’s babies, bouncy crystal beads, I rushed to gather you in my palms! Cool, clear and dispassionate, I smeared you on my cheeks, And yet how unsatiated I felt! Longingly Earth waited for you! I danced, surrendering myself, to your copious Read more…
Once again, the sky dons its iridescent vest, Giving its cloudy cloak a little rest. I too’ll forget my woes to cycle away, Into the barny bylanes with stacks of hay, to the big boughed banyan tree, And wait there with my sangh, “Stree”, For the orange bus that brings Read more…
A gleaming dark invisible virus took us in, A contagion, like a fiery fiend on a spin, Consuming men, women and children within, In countries and continents, setting footprints in. On a war footing, Doctors worked in, through nights till the sun came in Midst sea of deaths, fear, came Read more…
The resolute Fort silently beckoned us,Through its ravaged ramparts,To uncover its mysterious history.Its majestic walled entrance,Impregnable, despite stray canon hits,Sculpted family deities on rock,Defaced, yet beautiful, symmetrical,A serpent engraved to guard the door,Intrigued, we stepped in, and saw,The walls of the Fort extending to eternity… What was the story of Read more…
Being understated can be classy, That to, sans the perils of brash arrogance, Understated can be well accepted, From Cuffe Parade to Charminar! Understated, can make you breath easy, Being oneself and yet be adored, As you under promise and over deliver, Keep reaping the joys of euphoria! Understated is Read more…
When gleaming dark invisibles become visible, Trouncing the white gatekeepers invisible, The red opuntia pricks your throat, in the scorching body of panchatatva. The inflamed warrior in you wilts, in the strife of the visible and invisibles, You see the monitor’s soaring visibles, The Doctor sees the vile invisible visible. Read more…
In my kitchen,through the vantage window, Unhindered, I watched the world in it’s lingo, The sun rays played peek a boo through the panes, Sunbirds sucked the nectared flowers with great pains! I savoured the aroma of the freshly ground coffee bean, While a fat lady wobbled around briskly to Read more…