West Singhbhum, Jharkhand, India

This year mother

(After the Maharashtra govt. declared of no immersion after Ganesh utsav)

Touch-shapes of your inner spaces mother

today blazons as scarlet-ness on fallows

I am here

in thick pulp of reversed time

again… no pragmatic division between us

perennial brokenness world tattooed on me

suddenly drifts     escapes far

hibernation of my unhealed syntax in you

like vortex-shift announced astray lately by radar

I agree to troop of happenings inside this calm

 like miracles safe in misty palms of night

let ruin of rituals fall and never delve origins

like almost awesomeness of ending autumn

for believes of barrenness is a also beauty

lotus-buds of love quietly bloomed

by fingers of peace here ,  is what

if not melt of pejorative fear now

hollowness you scrub off me

directs anxiety immersion in wat

ers of empathy

this day I remember is tale of un-grand yesterday

I nevertheless caress  the memory as god-time

though this year reveille  decreed

'immersion not allowed following celebrations'

Peacock

A radio fanatic

often I can't accept

voices I hear have faces they owe

a friend once laughed

should coconuts had voices

for sure , you would have

drew up witnessing the husk

I quite liked the peacock

at the iron-gate of town park

it's call made seismic lines

on my belief grounds

 Shadow vehicle

A bird struggles against the storm wind

for a stay on withy

foreign body image of desires

to  cling onto what we assume ours

in the naming ceremony of a child

I secretly named my heart 'worthless shadow vehicle'

for tethering shadow remnants of all

that couldn't stay this life