SONG BIRDS ON TRANSMISSION TOWERS
Metal birds sing crystallized synthetic music
Encased in the plastic prisons of hi-fidelity
Along the unending tapes and transistors
Among the erasing heads nodding in deathly silence
Over the worn out recorders
Rubbing the ages of accumulated amplified agony
Exploding in the electric ecstasy
Charging through the towers in the sky
Sending lightening symphony across the void
To echo and reverberate in odd shaped ears
To pass through strange machines and cultures
To emerge as patterns with or with out meaning
To bounce back the clouds of interstellar dust
To circle the edges of universe
And to come back to the place of birth
A billion light years thenceforth
To find the whole place just vanish
Into a vacuum –
And to continue this unending journey
Across the frontiers of imagination
Into the depths of the unknown
To discover a new myth, a new God.
STOP THIS SCREENING – A Manifesto
Let there be LIGHT!
Don’t grope in the dark
Stop this screening
This very instant!
Order for the Auditorium lights
Can’t you see the screen before you
Defiled for years
Covered with layers of filth and dirt
Accumulated from ages of debauchery
No, No, NO use in trying to clean it
Destroy, destroy it
Along with the scoundrels hiding behind.
Those who prostitute
In the name of Art
In the name of Culture
In the name of Religion
And in the name of the Nation
Must be exposed
Those who picked our pockets
While we sat entranced in their vulgar shows
Must be kicked out
Those who corrupted
The minds of our sons and daughters
Those who blinded our senses
From seeing the reality
- Must be condemned
Who mass produced
Illusions in magic factories
Those who made us intoxicated
With dreams distilled in Technicolor
- MUST BE TROUNCED
Those are parasites, pests, vermin
From the ashes
Will rise a shimmering silver whiteness
Unmatched and never before seen.
On that virgin canvas
We will paint our visions
Our dreams and desires
And watch it
Teach our young ones
Lessons that will not be forgotten in a lifetime
To evolve complete in every sense
Proud specimens of our race.
I am an
One eyed Jack
Peering through the zoom
In Academy aperture and Eastmancolor ,
All the Mega, Super and ordinary
Stars as well as glittering starlets
That make up your dream filled
And yet, make a living art of it
VICTORS IN THE ULTIMATE BATTLE
Along the endless rows of tombs
Among the scattered carcasses
Away from the roaring guns
Under the vultures clouding the sun
Through the smoke filled air
Walk the earth alone.
Feel your way
In the blindness of destruction
In the darkness of ignorance
From crate to crater
From death to death
From grave to grave
Look for the victors
In the ultimate battle.
When you find them
Licking their wounds
Drinking their sour wines
Gorging on the leftovers
Ravishing their captives
I was one of those foot soldiers
Who fought in mud and rain
Who marched like goats into deathtraps
Who faced the onslaught of iron and fire
Who razed whole cities into cremation grounds
Who walked hand in hand with death and hunger
Who killed their own brothers
All to uphold a piece of cloth
In the name of a nation
A line in history
A flash in memory.
STONE, SILENCE AND STONY SILENCE
Is not the silence of the stone.
Inability to hear finer sounds,
Weak vision to perceive things
Must never be attributed to others.
Verdicts are not passed without fuller investigations.
Errors can occur still.
There are greater things in this vast Universe
Which a human mind cannot even conceive.
One in a gravity bound body,
One which is a prisoner of the senses,
One, which does not find time
To think about timelessness
Has no right to exist.
None can stop the decay
Undeserved will perish by themselves.
When you find another stone,
Talk ever so softly
Attune to the minutest vibrations
Sharpen your senses and wait
Yes, wait and sit still
Till you become a stone.
THE SEA OF MY LONGINGS
Blue sea, gray sea, black sea
Womb and the tomb of trillion suns
Where the first life was born
And perhaps the last might end.
Under those unfathomable darkness
Coldness of ages sleeps
In caskets off long sunk ships.
Ghost pirates chart routes
Among the lost continents
To loot voyagers to the Promised Land.
Victories and defeats of past battles
Lie buried under the silt of oceans
Stirred occasionally by a passing shark
Or by the sharp claws of a hermit crab.
Under the canopy of luminescent creatures
I hear the lullaby of rolling waves
That primordial symphony
Imprinted along the rhythmic heartbeats
Still reverberating like it was yesterday.
Ages have passed since I was an amoeba
Swimming in your salty warmth.
I roamed the continents
And saw the ice age pass by
When I traced back my origin
It led to you
For you alone know that answer
To that great riddle,
What was I, before I was an amoeba?
I SWIM, FLY AND WALK
In the timeless ocean
I swim, fly and walk.
Journey to the stars,
At the gate,
Sten-guns in hand,
Beckons Golden domes,
Glittering Ruby stones.
Shouts a voice
I run through,
I run fast, fast and faster.
I take off,
Up and up,
I dive, dodge and dive.
Racing to devour,
I dive, dive,
Deep, deep into
The suffocating darkness.
So fast I dive
I see nothing in front.
I turn back.
There, far off floats
My lifeless body.
Sharks, Rockets, Torpedoes
It is quiet.
It is neither cold
I feel light, Free.
There, in eternity
UNSEEN, UNHEARD, UNFELT,
I SWIM, FLY AND WALK.