Anhad ka Baaja

Baba is gone And I am bereft How does one grieve For one Who was so much A part of my life? A part of me? Rituals they say Are to help The dead in their passage Rituals, Baba said Are just rituals

Children are taught Not the beauty of Maths Nor its elegance Just some jugglery And conjuring tricks If you can choose A matching pair of socks From five assorted socks Of two different colours In

West Coast Express: 5 hours late Chaiya, Chaiya Lokmanya Tilak Express: 20 minutes late Kaapi, Kaapi Sooda Badam paal The sounds of Salem station are The whiff of childhood journeys Absent, now,

Last night's was A textbook rain Bookended by The call of the brain fever bird Brain fever brain fever brain And The contented gurgling croaks Of hundreds of toads We don't get such rains Often

Why invade a country That has done you no harm? Hier ist kein warum Why pontificate about Afghan women's rights When you are going to abandon them Women, men, children When it suits you? Hier ist

Lord Krishna and his disciple Nara Were out walking, one day When Krishna said to Nara I'll rest in this grove You please go fetch me A drink of water Nara went To a nearby village To the well To