1.
observing the ardent eagerness of the wind
it is clearly understood
that nascent pollens are overflowing
the niche of her heart
in response to the signals of the river
she keeps on ringing
all long the month of earth-quakes
the bench of the rail-station
wants to hug her
the medicine-counter of the fag-end of the day
beckons her with the hand to come nearer
in the assembly-hall for musical demonstration
adorned with ash-trays
going on the rehearsal of her dancing and singing
she also distributes some life
to the meticulous dressing
of the magnolia
2.
let the swimming pool be fully absorbed
with its dark-room
when the feather of your fore-finger
becomes green
the merchant of venice
will leave his business of photo-coping machine
to start walking directly
in search of new earnings
evening sets in
on the boiler of the delta
putting on yellow-dress comes
the water-vessel of the paper-balloon
there is no singing bird
shivering with cold
in the fold of the dear bed-sheet
it is possible that the boldness of the metro-railway
may give some wood of tamarisk
on the expanded palms
yet oh the western page of night
do tell today
why so much tamed polythene
are here in our cohabitation
3.
after so many days
published in the wind
painted in wings
the recent heart’s desire
of the doors and windows
they have rolled up their fairy-tales
from the ignorant drawing-room that wanted
to set her mind to the hill slanting downward
they did not want to know
how much rheumatism is there
in the hands and legs of the bark
to whom is delegated
the control of the mason-made bus-journey
sleep hugs the eye-lids of the rivers
though there is no postage-stamp
within the reaching-point
then what magic is there
in the hill slanting downward
why the wall does not learn
how to swim like a fish
truly it is he from whom
those negligible moments of man-ism
itch for blue candle-stand
4.
the sex-appeal of the telephone
and the bugle of the carnies-breaking cock-crows
are all harmonised seamlessly
the noon in the blood
is flowing along the river
all the dialogues are covered
with misspelling of men and women
the tailors want to increase life
cutting rightly the walking of clothes
after the vanishing of collyrium
from the eyes
there is not a single being
in the relief-camps
as far as the eyes can travel
i can notice in the ear-lob of the village-boats
the water-colour of fire-flies
twinkles
then let an agreement be signed
with the defence ministry
on the right
to enter into private bathroom
5.
in the air
on which flowers are engraved
the union of the betel leaves are making their outposts
anew
before the calling of the next pine-woods
you all the butterflies do take on board the tram
to go to the south-pole
is it well to incline so much
towards the tv-screen
who can say
the waves of the terracotta
would never make revolution
i’ve sent some full-moons of winter
and some water-bodies
into the holes of the handkerchief
the lacking of the colours
may kindly be excused
the birds that are blind from their birth
has been singing till now
the songs of the cave-civilisation
there is no question any where
this eclipsed-valley is adorned
with the answers only
6.
i am to be blown off on the first bombardment
then it is to be flown
in the crowd of fire-flies
on the bushes of the scented-lemons
and it is to see the memory race of the grown-up girls
it is to see more
that after the opening of the sluice gates
one by one
how the gathering in the hindu hotels
increases
by leaps and bounds
the pores of the skin of the body
whose hoods are open
and who are running up
along the spiral route
that leads to the top of the mountain
their child
due to late-marriage
now only knows
how to move on all fours
7.
under the table-glass
i unfold the life-chronicle of one lakh year
and in the olive-cabinet
all the applications for living
from the monsoon-noon to the winter-afternoon
the lines you draw on the parchment
none of them is so condensed
as to touch the palms of a sailor
from the numerable timber-joists
come down the swarms of personal white ants
no spring seems to become corporeal
without the spell of misunderstandings
so of late
besides the dry statistics
with the cough
comes out grey thermometer
prickly-heats spread over the whole body
the sticks of young antenna
shake off their wings
behind the bath-scene
lies the succulent hailstorm
8.
there is no lovely add
yet the market-value of your headache
is going up day by day
all the noon send her mad
the intellectual kisses
the coos
or is it the running about of the tennis-ball
so much pop-corns are flying out
from the draw-well
or that sound of foot-steps
in the north-east
may be
that is of some brown horses
or some horse-drawn perambulators
when the moon spreads out the platinum
does it judge the recipients
thus the bin-leaves can ring
from head to foot
it unfurls an incorrigible right-angle
in the early-evening
the troop with armours
open a shop of ******
beside the vainglory of the lake