Inseeing (i)Come with me, I shall reveal the secret of divining our ancestors knew. I shall take you to the hallowed spotswhere stand pyramids and astrofieldsto show you the rim of the cosmic orbwhere existed an observatory for all space. These hieroglyphs tell of a lost civilizationof those who could commune through signs,masters of geometric
HYMN TO JYOTI Jyoti – Tamasincestuous pairall space envelop:light and darkness. Jyoti, the formless firstthe self-emanating effulgencewombs in primal time, the Sun, the source of light and life. The Sun’s first born, Agni weaves the texture of life,the warp and woof of creation,binds the Earth and Heaven. White milk of celestial cowsdusky, black or crimsonappear
He was a man with a lantern,never scared of gloom,he wore sun in his foreheadto conquer the world. What remains is a fragment or his dream,no flicker of flame,all under the debris buried. He still wears the sun,even thought turned into a post.You see his ghost holding the lantern.
Shadows thicken fast,something withers in my heart.I feel a pungent smell,someone calls with arms outstretched. I see my shadow shrinkinto a dark hole,am I entering a street where illusion and reality meet? How to say goodbyeto my long-time host,without him I too shall not be;he has been my holy ghost. Every night I hear the
Ideas hypnotize,cause explosion, tear asunder the veil,illumine the dark caverns. Ideas let you escape the ugly human condition ,create a new worldof golden dreams. Ideas are a magnet,draw the splintersto form a macrocosm. Ideas revive the dead, offer a glimpse of life beyond, bestow the elixir of immortality. Ideas turn hell into heaven,light up a
Wrapped in relativity, your position you chooseto play the role. What calculation,what precaution, what rules of the gameto preserve equilibrium ! Play the foolto the king of time,make excuses to abusethe freedom. Aren’t prophets and popes, gods and goddesses, lore’s and legends, reasons and revelations, all death-inspired ?
Sweeps of sky blueon silver canvas I paint with streaks of crimson mellowed by sunset hues. Swirling cloud elephants, springing tigers and dolphins,across sunlit spacewith freak figures swinging. Rainbow-ribboned sky, reflected in perfumed crystalline waters,overflows in pleited golden domeinset with many a celestial scene. Moonlit pastures, starlit lakes, unending rose valleys, long-forgotten spiked depths of
A Comparative study of Madan G. Gandhi’sashes and embers and Kundalini Madan G. Gandhi, an Indian writer in English, has authored 11 volumes of poetry on which study has begun in recent times. The volumes, ashes and embers and Kundalini were published in 1982. Although both the volumes were published in the same year, yet