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Selected Poems of
Aju Mukhopadhyay
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Author
All the poems in this book are the creations of Aju Mukhopadhyay who claims the
sole intellectual property rights for all these poems. No one is permitted to reproduce,
publish or transmute by any means; electronic, mechanical, photocopying or
otherwise from this book without the consent from the author except for the purpose
or review and such purposes.
Acknowledgement
All the selected poems published here have been published in different books of poems
except ten fresh poems which have not been published in any other book. I gratefully
acknowledged the publication of my poems to various journals, e-zines and websites and
their editors through the respective books except to Impressions of Eternity from
Asansol which I herewith acknowledge with equal gratefulness. I acknowledge the
publication of the poems in journals, print and electronic, not submitted or known to me.
Out of the ten poems introduced here for the first time four poems have been published
in Kohinoor, New Man International Journal of Multidisciplinary Studies, Sons of
Camus Writers International Journal, Poetcrit, www.indianperiodical.com, Bizz Buzz,
Contemporary Vibes and www.allpoetry.com. I gratefully acknowledge the publications
to these journals and their editors. Of the six other poems some have been selected and
awaiting publication and the rest have not yet been submitted anywhere.
Author - ajum24@gmail.com
Other books in English published by the same Author (Besides 12 books in Bengali)
Biography, Philosophy, Literature: Sri Aurobindo: The Yogi of Divine Life, Mother of
all Beings, The Mother of All Beings, Sri Aurobindos Ideal of Freedom and Human
Unity, The World of Sri Aurobindos Creative Literature
Poetry: The Witness Tree, In Celebration of Nature, The Paper Boat, Insects Nest and
Other Poems, Aju Mukhopadhyays Poems on Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, Short
Verse Vast Universe, Short Verse Delight, Manhood, Grasshood and Birdhood
Fictions: White Bird and its Black Shadow, The Moments of Life and In Train
On Nature and Environment: Water and Pondicherry Environment
Essays: Lord Ganesha and The Story of Indias Progress
Index
Pages No-
10
11 - 12
13
14 15
Buddha Purnima
16
A Presence
17
The Being
18 - 19
20 21
Rowing Still
22
Inwardness
23
24- 25
Invisibly with me
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27
Il Pleut
28- 29
30
Lifes Curves
31-32
33- 34
35
Lifes Curves
31-32
33- 34
35
Worship the
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37- 38
7
39- 40
41
42- 43
44- 45
46- 47
Sri Aurobindo
48
A Poet Violated
49
50
February Twenty-first
52
53
Hope
54- 55
Morning
56
57-58
59
60- 62
63- 64
65- 66
Structural Violence
67- 68
The Uncivilised
69- 70
The adivasi
71-76
77- 79
82- 83
84
Terrorism
85- 86
Tenant
87
Peace
88- 89
8
90- 91
92- 93
94- 95
Sea of Humanity
96
97
Krodha
98
99- 100
101
An Attitude to Life
102- 103
104- 105
The Past
106
The Events
107- 108
Remembering my Mother
109
Mili
110
Mismatch
111
112 - 113
The Grasshood
114
115
116
Insects Nest
117
Ants Hut
118 - 119
A Creative Artiste
120 - 121
Bumblebee Bamboozles
122
Fall of a Habitat
123
The Dust
126 - 127
Death of Roses
128
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130
131
132
What is Impending?
133
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15
he was unconquerable;
without giving up an idea once conceived
he would struggle with all his might
eventually to succeed.
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Buddha Purnima
Some are famous for serving the sick and the destitute
by their own hand with sympathy and rectitude
but many an unknown person also serves them
with the same or more sympathetic attitude
some are prone to do it by their nature;
philanthropy is not the only thing to consider.
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A Presence
An ever-awake presence in every heart
including that of the demon and the desert
in humans and animals in a state rudiment
in the bosom of the hazy and dark inconscient
in the dark cave, a spark of the supreme presence
carries in every matter a spiritual sense;
It is the cause why severe passion and violence
of the vital world, wave of advance of the forces adverse
cannot bring a catastrophe total
a total annihilation with a blow fatal
creating a control somewhere in the deep
causing the face of the harmony to peep
and save the earth from threats diurnal
leading Nature to a state sempiternal.
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The Being
Without a shape, formless
without fragrance, odourless
without a colour, not even whiteness
beyond all sound
pure and profound
light or darkness, nothing abound
whatever and whomever most I adore
is that absolute, the essence of all
beyond any question of rise or fall.
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20
Paraphernalia of life
bonds with him thickset
Fall like leaves from tree
Leaving in dream like state
21
Even if misunderstood
His love for all spread
He cannot be dishonoured
In his dream like state
22
Rowing Still
rowing towards the ochre gloaming
or in the night with full moon floating
are events of the dreamy past
which do not remain, do not last
but that rowing in a dinghy
in limpid water blue
reflecting the azure
with bright white clouds floating in it
into the depths of its watery heart
where my energetic face shines
continues endlessly
amid unknown islands
sometimes in the vast
sometimes near the shores
peopled by strange faces
sometimes forlorn
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Inwardness
Living in society helping the needy
Busy with friends and relatives, wild and greedy
Arguing in every issue, debating in groups
Gleeful, bavard or shy, living in a family
Popular or unpopular, criminal or honestWe live outside at our best.
Vibrant even when retired or ostracized
We still live in market place in our memories
In the company of onlookers
With our colleagues, friends or rivals
Of the time past in bitter-sweet taste
In erotic sense, with pain or pleasure
Fear of the unknown, hope for the future;
Alone yet in company, we live outside.
With a faint intuitive glimpse we may live
When all cherished guests of life would drop off
Wing past our life all dreams and reverie,
Not in haste or turmoil but calmly;
A voiceless, guiltless hush settles
Neither pleasing nor bitter; no stir.
In impeccable atmosphere serene
Under the graceful sereinMay be time for going inside.
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Invisibly with me
With a soft touch caressing
whispering blushing
sometimes with a rude shock
a foreboding experience
other times like a friendly fondle
a remembrance of the idle days
over a cup of tea;
it meets me in various ways
flowing over me, through me
coming out of the doors of the body.
It behaves differently at different times
as its nature changes seasonally;
endearingly, roughly, lovingly
telling me of its presence constantly.
Its presence at different parts of the body
is conspicuous at different stages of life.
Flowing in and out of my nostrils
the air as breath
supports me essentially
to live.
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Il Pleut
It rains torrentially
after long drought and disorder;
it rains drenching the empathetic
scraggy soil of the heart
it rains moistening the rocks of anger
crags of revenge and cracks of depravity
it rains covering the jealous holes with purity
healing the undesirable crevices of the being
it pours incessantly to fill up
the gaps of deceptive caves of life
it rains inside me constantly
stretching the cramped limbs
softening the being;
it skits with a susurrus
leading me to the lee
when all on a sudden
something goes wrong
influenced by someones lewd smile
or a sereins half-hearted dampening.
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30
31
Lifes Curves
Each time of the day and night
is coloured by different issue
at the same site
each time a new problem ensue
mostly out of the old
kept in diurnal fold;
even this routine
through childhood and teen
youth and mature age
has undergone many a change
in ever new towns and cities
even in different countries;
in spite of all changes
someone inside is a diehard
in spite of giving in to new forces
it holds on to the old crust;
life to some is boredom
for the punch they receive from it
for the mood they are in as yet;
life is mediocre to some
but lifes seasons are seldom the same
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United in Camp-fire
How have we progressed in time
when we are still not in rhyme
with the primitive and the ancient,
with Nature, our everlasting friend?
In shame only we cover our face;
how can we ask them to efface ,
our mother and sister, their god-gifted appearance?
How can we still wag our tail
in the prospect of a king, queen or their entourage frail?
Hate and envy, our greatest enemies
if still dominate us
how can we progress as humans?
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47
48
Sri Aurobindo
God shall grow up while the wise men talk and sleep
For man shall not know the coming till its hour
And belief shall be not till the work is donesaid Sri Aurobindo in his epic poem Savitri
The voice of truth in the seer poet Sri Aurobindo was heard
As he was a lotus born in mud, away from the mundane scene,
The cascading Supramental light like the golden swan
Touching the sky kept its foot on earth fixed.
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A Poet Violated
50
A flowing language changes its course- tone usage punctuationBut people adore the original form of a great creation;
A poet belongs to his own country, nay, to all humanity
None has the right to violet him nor to commit perjury.
To go beyond the poets chosen manuscripts or design
Were all unauthorized as none did he such power assign.
Who said that they could judge and understand him best?
If fared so well, they could be at their own creations crest.
A Cultural blasphemy, it will only show a path to others
To violate at their turn the poets and writers
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52
February Twenty-first
Under the hush of the early devout hours
An immaculate calm and a mystic silence prevailed:
Silent soft pearl-drop dews
Of grace and love of myriad hues
Were constantly falling from the divine bowers.
Then came the moment when all got drenched
By the heart-blossoming and joy-flowering showers
Of the Divines transcendent powers.
The throat and the lips and the tongue
Remained unstirred; not even a whisper was heard.
Yet an unnamed name, a wordless cry
Kept repeating and throbbing in the occult depths of the heartMother Mother
It was to commemorate a divine birth;
A fathomless emotion was blissfully conscious
That it was February twenty-first.
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54
Hope
Its nice to observe the abundance of material wealth
but its mal-distribution causes plenty of illth
nevertheless, something like pittance
has reached the poor
and all have eaten some sorts of
fruits of technology
an air of abundance prevails;
dictators dominate in all sorts of governments
but a feeling is there that their days are almost over
though the fire of battles is raging sporadically
most of the perpetrators are in hiding
atavistic, fundamental funk and fury still disturb
though they are on the wane;
bold simple and straightforward men and women
are rising up again
uttering Sanskrit, the beauteous wealth giving tongue
and, or a song in a language accepted by all and sung
all sorts of divisions created by the cunning and foxing lot
are gradually giving way to unity and prosperity
artificial dams over the rivers of logic
are gradually breaking down
men have realized the fault of creating
ecological imbalance
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56
Morning
Nothing is as fresh as the morning
And so hopeful of its journey in the offing
Sweeter than honey
It cannot be compared to any
With its colour and smell and haze
Morning is lifes new phase
Nothing can be compared to its purity
Vibrating with serendipity
Nothing is ever so simple as morning
Resonant, loving, forever beginning.
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Kolkata: A Still-Image
Passing by the hillock of garbage
he lifts the handkerchief mechanically
to his noseuneven broken footpath
sharp stonechips hit the ankles
coming out of the newly repaired disheveled road
resulting from yesterdays two showers.
The contractor sniggers standing somewhere nearOut of a contract valued two paise
if one third of it is shared
how much is left out of it for the work?
What better way is there to use the stonechips?
Broken roads overcrowded bus footpaths encroached
Hoodlums and youngsters raising donationspassing all these by he enters the womb of
the stumbling city to easily cover a long distance
by Metro-Railway: A remarkable system
to be preserved with pride.
Reaching Park Street, the only road
to show the discipline by the men and police,
he finds a VIP car with red-alert on its head
followed by vehicles galore on its front and aft
speeds with the gun aimed at men
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Structural Violence
Ten proud faces beamed
in the slave media:
Worlds richest chairmen of companiesall worth several billion $
arranged in descending order.
The same media on the same day
while the Sun shines to make hay,
published stories
of the bizarre mud cookies
doing the rounds among the poor kiddies
and others, desperate to stave off hunger in Haiti:
When my mother does not cook anything,
says a poor sibling,
I eat them 3 times a day.
Rickety, they die in hundreds
as in Africa, exploited for years, degraded.
In a computerized world
with a technological hype and commercial fair
with explicit understanding among the players
to exclusively exploit the market share,
to speculate in the share market;
degrading the earth, water and sky
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69
The Uncivilised
Uighur, a nomadic pastoral tribe
of Turkish origin in Xinjiang,
find it difficult to survive
squeezed out by the Han Chinese
introduced just for this
as was shifted the Ethnic Chinese
to kill the culture, depopulate, destabilise
the peaceful Tibetan Buddhist race;
this was the technique of red-rebellion
of killing and degrading men by brewing poison
of jealousy, hatred and strife among them.
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The Adivasi
The adventurers from Europe, with greed
For gold flashing in their eyes, swooped with guns
And swords like human hawks on unknown lands.
Columbus, ignorant of the earths size
Named them Indians, the Caribbeans, so they
Became, North and South Americans.
Columbus with Bahama Arawaks
And other tribes of Caribbean islands,
Cortes in Peru with the Incus,
The English settlers in America
With many tribes including the Pequots
And with many others in Australia
Following James Cooks visit in the year
1770, so savagely
Behaved with all the unarmed innocent
Adivasis of the foreign lands who welcomed them,
That made them ride the rough roller coasters
To embrace sudden death and devastation.
Original Americans were pushed
From eastern Atlantic to the western
Pacific for burial in the ocean.
A Creek man of more than 100 years old
With deep sigh about colonizers told
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after 32 years
the lawyer, the son from his own seed,
could the law-breaker supersede.
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Terrorism
War revolt uprising invasion and dictatorship
Ways of killing by torture of humans by the humans
No beast can think of perpetrating but only titans
Animals live by nature in nature without authorship.
Even when such things for grater cause are supported
Terrorism is never rationally fed.
It gets its sustenance in converted idealism
In murderous passion of a few
Abetted by sadism and masochism
Thirst for blood and revenge anew.
If any religion has any association with terror
It must be in its lowest strata wrought with fear
It has no relation to the quest of God
It misguides man away from the path of God.
None recognizes a terrors face
Terrorism has no face.
Such death is never hailed as of martyr
Such death is never remembered as sacrifice
But a terrorist may turn into human flower
If properly utilized his valour and spirit of service.
Talk of terrorism never dies
Unless it dies at its birth it ever spins.
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Tenant
Windows are wide open
doors are kept ajar
none is in there
nothing except waste matter and dust
air passes through them
unhindered
none sits in the balcony
none in the terrace walks apace;
very few knew when they left the place
flow of cars and two wheelers below
as usual.
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Peace
In a global village beheading in video show
Bomb blast and wreckage in T.V.s glare
Media reports of rape, carnage, arson and massacre
In my neighbourhood rivers of blood flow;
All these with earthquake, flood and accidents galore
Banish Peace from earths shore;
A cycle or run race, a poem or claim for Peace
Are farcical shows, wraith like enterprise.
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Sea of Humanity
At the crest of the huge water body burned
a thousand lamp at its Himalayan height
as it moved like a gargantuan with tumult
creating an unforeseen sight at the dead of the night
when in the cloudy sky stars shied;
it was an imponderably giant evil spirit.
Apprehending its power to engulf the ship
men inside it surrendered to the inevitable doom
like timid sheep but rose from their imagined death
as the ship managed to come out of the marauding waves
moving up and down over its body like a straw
dancing to the tune of the fate
without a hint that the turbulent sea would thaw;
the ship lacked mans timid heart and frail body to anticipate
the inevitable doom which did not take place.
The vast water is the helper, the base for the ship to sail
but water is the bar if it enters into its hold causing it to fail.
Ripples and small waves make the sea of humanity
dancing around the ship, a few inside its hold
but when the evil waters of tornado, tsunami or cyclone
coming out of such vast body of humanity enters into the ship
threatening its movement, making its life precarious,
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though the ship does not easily succumb to the evil political force
that rule the state ship emanating from a total criminal source,
it may not be victorious if the timid waves and ripples of humanity
are aware of the danger of voting to power such enemies
coming with the mask of leaders and friends, all goody-goody
ravishing democracy, ruining democrats lives with impunity.
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Those who were wiped out from the earth scene instantly
Due to the dropping of atom bombs wantonly
Had their sufferings mitigated by Gods bounty
Even before they guessed it at Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Trailed by Nibakusha who carried their maimed existence
Or carry still the poison of human weakness.
The evil of nuclear fission continued
To predate its victims in Chernobyl and Fukushima;
The nuclear plant for any sane use like power generation
Innocently proliferates as a prelude
To further destruction of our age old civilization;
It is the irony of our fate, the result of our megalomaniac Karma.
But Karma may be uplifted by human wisdom
To defeat the evils of life like nuclear fission
To keep high the flag of freedom.
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Krodha
A Zamindar lashed out his subject alive
Blood of the fellow humans live
Is the fundamentalists holy rubric
Throat cutting is the ritual of men ethnocentric
A Sultan burnt down his recalcitrant horse as his right
It is the gamut of activities imbalanced and eccentric.
Anger fuelled by hatred is the prime source
Of such vile activities; a formidable force.
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as he is carried there;
for he died many times before his death
his cupboard is full of his own skeletons.
Tactfulness is selfishness, sincerity only gives asylum.
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An Attitude to Life
If you close your eyes ear and mouth
remaining aloof from everything
thats an attitude you have taken
for the reasons best known to you.
But the world goes on roaring
with life weaved in family
clan community and society.
Whatever the inn of life you reside
life vibrates in ebb and tide.
Mans life is not
like the birds or animals;
it has extra sense and conscience
pride and prejudice
surpassing everything in subtle sense;
a prudence, a providence.
What type of man are you
depends on your attitude to life
and your view.
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The Past
History is jotting down of events and phenomena
a part of the past gone by but not the whole of it.
Past is vibrantly living in us
as every moment of our life goes into the past
but we live; an indivisible, undeniable entity.
All our thoughts and ideas in ether
all belongings
including cassettes, videos, C.D.s and memories
to be played and replayed,
are obtained from the repository of the past.
It is puzzling to say that something
or some entity has passed away
for nothing really passes away
but changes form and quality.
Past is like dust which has
a lugubrious tenacity of coming back
even when flown with water,
as if from eternity.
No dust that gathers in your surrounding
did adorn your grandmothers belongings
but strange that no dust can be identified
belonging to you or to your grandmother;
dust flows and gathers like time
coming in or passing out;
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The Events
Last of them, a couple, left an hour before noon
it started from the second midday
in a two-day literary festival;
taking leave one by one.
The third is a no-programme Sunday
many left in the morning flight
alone I stay put
in the vacant guest house;
a hiatus after tremendous hullabaloo
as if nothing happened in the past two days;
a gulf of silence
island of non-existence
nothing prevails:
No talks no grudge no banter or smile
no hearty laughter or impatience senile.
All impressions and remembrances
as if in a faded film
dumped in the waste-bin of time.
Life after life
events after events
it has been happening;
everything is in a flux
everything flows into the void
yet they take place
the evanescent events.
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Remembering my Mother
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Mili
School bag tied to her back
looking in front she walks;
no more whimpering
to get into her mothers lap
no more carried in a push cart
no more sucking her thumb, she walks alert
leaving all who reared
freeing herself from those
who so long for her cared
forgetting her lollipop days
she walks apace
with her bright eyed juvenile friends;
she walks, dreamy eyes, towards the future
like all her known and unknown predecessors.
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Mismatch
If the door of an old iron chest
By a mismatch door replaced
With latches fitted opposite each others place
And two knobbed handles in very insufficient spaceIt is doubtful if the chest be ever faithful
In responding to the masters pull.
Anything genuine has its intrinsic value,
Of whatever the quality, it is true.
All items misfit, countermatch, hybrid or just for show
Would give you trouble, today or tomorrowIt is applicable to humans and things alike
Now or in future the idea must strike.
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The Grasshood
just few leaves
few stems and seeds
with light body
humble under feet
mowed by machine
neglected like street urchin
but head always high
grass lives and dies and lives
feeds innumerable herbivores
who are food to carnivores;
grass like paddy undulating in moonlight
feeds millions of men and mice
grass like wheat feeds the hungry human tide
grass like bamboo covers large chunks of wood
raising its head high, characteristic of grasshood,
helping elephants rats and men to lead healthy life;
grass grows covering miles and miles
but man reduces its size
killing it with might
telling the earth with perfect satire
that he never wishes
such trifle thing and slight
as grass to interfere
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in his high-handedness,
that man can prepare
uprooters, satellites and cutters
poisonous nuclear arsenals
et al to put grass to death;
happy grass never dies
living humbly with the head high
man lives and lives
dying to himself many times
until one day to realize
that grass like earth
and wind and space
and water and fire
and breath
is superior
to man
naturally.
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And then suddenly- peu peu peuthe call reverberated in the air;
if not all, it must have reached a few.
Ready with camera held in two hands
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Insects Nest
When it came and built the frame
on the wall,
briskly I bruised it
by a finger.
Twice it came again
I ignored it then.
Now on the wall it has a shelter
at the back of my computer;
a frail one inch hollow tube
upside open downside closed
clipped to the wall.
Its a tiny wasp
may be with family it lives;
they come and go.
Aint all the great constructions
like insects nest
brittle and fragile
sure to go
today or tomorrow
measured by time?
Why bother about any mark made of lime?
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Ants Hut
The mother weaver ant
stands silently
in its hutthe queen is rubbing its chin
with its antennae;
thoughtless for the moment.
Two of its scions are resting
folding their hind legs
stretching their fore legs
drawing their heads inside.
Leafy walls on all sides
leafy roof, leafy floor
look like mud-floored hut,
a lull in the noon, peaceful.
Daughters seek direction, even in rest;
forever workers.
The queen ant sniffs, releases pheromonefor the move next
they wait
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2A Creative Artiste
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Bumblebee Bamboozles
Flashing like a busy black diamond
Appearing from an unknown beyond
Settling almost at your nose tip
Whirling still with a whiff
Giving a momentary shock it flits easily
As youre nonplussed, in flurry
And settles on a flower, knotty bumblebee;
Whimsical and dangerous it seems.
At a great speed fluttering its wings
Humming restlessly here and there
Black strong and stout, whiz past you
Bamboozling like a tormentor,
A perfect gift from God; true.
Scientists bewilder how in the air does it run
With its heavy body weight, disproportionate
To its swiftly moving light wingspan;
Its a violation of aerodynamic laws, they bet.
But there are laws beyond assumption
More wonderment at every step beyond our horizon;
Nature has more in store
To shock the recalcitrant therefore.
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Fall of a Habitat
They have been facing dangers for centuries
since mans appearance on earth, like their colleagues.
Friends like Lord Rama after their age vanished
like many birds and animals who are now extinct.
The Lion-tailed Macaque of the Nelliampathy valley
is seriously thoughtful sitting on a high bough,
part of a big canopy: its shining black body
with white hair covering the face and neck like mane
looks like man with some difference of complexion;
The primate is mans very old mate.
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The Dust
Made of many heterogeneous elements
fissiparous by nature,
dust assumes its own character
with a smell of its own, scentless.
It has a lugubrious tenacity
to spread and settle in everything;
after dusting, brushing and cleaning
as if from eternity
it comes back eventually
even when flown with water.
Yet no dust that did gather
in the surroundings of our
great old grandmother
are seen anywhere
in our ambience.
No dust can be identified
yet the dust has a dignified role
to play in our life as a whole
with its own character, feeling and sense.
No dust can be held in place
as it evades, evaporates or changes face.
Like corporal life dust
cannot hold very fast.
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Death of Roses
When the rose was there
Fragrance wafted in the air
Bees were busy at sucking
Traders were going for plucking
Struck by wanton beauty
Rose-lovers stopped the robbery.
But it faded away soon
As if from morning to noon.
As it kissed the ground
Petal by petal, red-pinkish
Without a murmur or sound
Sweet-sodden, lovelorn, nostalgic
The wind became rusty and heavy
They thronged around the body
To silently mourn the crumbling
To wail from suppressed suffering.
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What is Impending?
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