Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 4



Many poets are writing about
their beloved's eyes.
So I am also writing
because beloved is asking -
what to do?
So I am writing poem
on my beloved's eyes.

My beloved could have had eyes
like deer - Mriganayanee -
soft, expressive,
radiating innocence.
Everytime she look at me
there is a ghazal.
But she not having eyes like that.

My beloved could have had eyes
like fish-shape - Meenakshi -
long eyes, with bewitching
eyelashes full of
temptation, seduction.
Everytime she look at me
there is a sin.
But she not having eyes like that.

My beloved could have had eyes
that create love - Kamakshi -
half-closed, with a light
that leads to celestial union.
Everytime she look at me
I fall at her feet.
But she not having eyes like that.

My beloved could have had eyes
that show the universe - Vishalakshi -
within them, vast ocean
of timeless eternity.
Everytime she look at me
I achieve moksha.
But she not having eyes like that.

My beloved is having the eyes
that are like toad - Mandukakshi -
within them, the unending
hunger, desire, craving
for eating more flies.
Everytime she look at me
I am want to go away.
She is having eyes like that.

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