Sun rays are streaming in, in the mornin’,
Through the open French windows,
Get out of bed; stretch a long yawn
Put on your rubber slippers
Fold the blue sheets,
Click on the TV
Listenin’ to the mornin’ news,
Walk up the door
On to the lawn
Pick up the English papers
Move in the clothes
Let out the dog
Come in for a cup of tea
Walk up the bathroom
Brushin’ your teeth
Ready to start a new day
Sun rays are streamin’ in,
In the morning through the open French windows
Sun rays are streamin’ in,
In the morning through the open French windows
26.10.08
25.10.08
River Junction
The river has changed course suddenly during the night,
And two people go fishing;
Knock the ash of the incense,
Two people go fishing, the cook and tourist;
Knock of the insect troubling my nose,
The river is angry..
And the fish, two of them, patiently wait for the fishermen,
The tourist and the cook with the striped green underwear.
While above, clouds of contrived diversities, color and race
Formate and battle..
In their everlasting war, with the mountains;
Still the silent fishermen, the cook and the tourist
Ask the river to yield up her store of food,
Something to take to the wives at dusk,
Fodder to feed illegitimately hazy children,
That grow crying in gardens of marijuana ..
And the fishermen fidget and change their cramped positions,
The cook and the tourist with the shoulder length blond hair..
A distant lamppost flickers and comes on,
And the battle begins..
The clouds gaining an upper hand,
Blood flows like torrents on the parched earth;
The cook stands up and breaks his rod in disgust,
The tourist rolls a joint and sings to the praises of the lord.
The watchman chases the permitless, enterprising fishermen away;
The drenched twosome walk out, each his way
The one with a broken rod and the other with his drenched weed.
The river with her unlimited supply
Flexes her boundaries, being enriched with the spoils of battle;
The watchman with his lantern swinging,
Trudges off towards a distant configuration of lights..
And two people go fishing;
Knock the ash of the incense,
Two people go fishing, the cook and tourist;
Knock of the insect troubling my nose,
The river is angry..
And the fish, two of them, patiently wait for the fishermen,
The tourist and the cook with the striped green underwear.
While above, clouds of contrived diversities, color and race
Formate and battle..
In their everlasting war, with the mountains;
Still the silent fishermen, the cook and the tourist
Ask the river to yield up her store of food,
Something to take to the wives at dusk,
Fodder to feed illegitimately hazy children,
That grow crying in gardens of marijuana ..
And the fishermen fidget and change their cramped positions,
The cook and the tourist with the shoulder length blond hair..
A distant lamppost flickers and comes on,
And the battle begins..
The clouds gaining an upper hand,
Blood flows like torrents on the parched earth;
The cook stands up and breaks his rod in disgust,
The tourist rolls a joint and sings to the praises of the lord.
The watchman chases the permitless, enterprising fishermen away;
The drenched twosome walk out, each his way
The one with a broken rod and the other with his drenched weed.
The river with her unlimited supply
Flexes her boundaries, being enriched with the spoils of battle;
The watchman with his lantern swinging,
Trudges off towards a distant configuration of lights..
20.10.08
Conservation
Marble shelves,
Painted white
To give the stone a shine!
Marbel shelves,
Painted white
To hide the stone inside?
Painted white
To give the stone a shine!
Marbel shelves,
Painted white
To hide the stone inside?
19.10.08
Concerto in Medical Minor
The beep is distinct on the cardiogram,
The doctors shake their heads,
And the family members secretly rejoice;
A beggar with a bowl is outside.
It is a concert and people are cheering,
The man’s breathing grows louder,
The steady background rhythm of a cardiogram zooms in
And a beggar with his bowl is outside.
It is a film show and the man
He writhes his body in pain and agony,
The doctors shake their heads;
The audience applaud the fascinating acting,
The beggar with his bowl is outside.
It is a research station where rabbits experiment on people,
The tiger jumps
And his leap is recorded on the Cartesian graph;
It is a breakthrough for science,
A white shroud is spread over the man
And the beggar with his bowl is outside.
It is evening and the beggars bowl is empty….
People collect around wearing white,
Their heart and body like the beggars bowl.
The people all parade past the cardiogram
And pay their last respects,
The beggar with his bowl is still outside.
The doctors shake their heads,
And the family members secretly rejoice;
A beggar with a bowl is outside.
It is a concert and people are cheering,
The man’s breathing grows louder,
The steady background rhythm of a cardiogram zooms in
And a beggar with his bowl is outside.
It is a film show and the man
He writhes his body in pain and agony,
The doctors shake their heads;
The audience applaud the fascinating acting,
The beggar with his bowl is outside.
It is a research station where rabbits experiment on people,
The tiger jumps
And his leap is recorded on the Cartesian graph;
It is a breakthrough for science,
A white shroud is spread over the man
And the beggar with his bowl is outside.
It is evening and the beggars bowl is empty….
People collect around wearing white,
Their heart and body like the beggars bowl.
The people all parade past the cardiogram
And pay their last respects,
The beggar with his bowl is still outside.
8.10.08
Cultivating the Inner World
Words and the power of language, communicative aspects of initiating change; to name a thing is to lay claim over it. Magicians and shamans of yore hid their true names believing that their unveiling would be a disaster to their power base. ‘knowledge is power’, as also language and communication an alternative to violence and the process of thinking as a series of logical introspections; argumentative emotional upheavals between the head and the heart and the absolute albeit convoluted language of communication all go to make up the theoretical superiority of the human mind and its ability to juxtapose, understand therefore mature and grow.
Communication both verbal and otherwise actually sets about reinforcing those thought processes that already exist within the subconscious human psyche and constructive criticism becomes a subtle means of generating minute alterations in the pan humanistic evolution towards an all encompassing gaian sympathetically vibrant organism in synchronization with all possible minutae of living matter each geared to a sensitive pitch of interweaving homogeneity culminating in the ultimate levels of an environmentally sustainable ecological balance.
A final commingling of yin and yang or the apogee and perigee of evolution and therefore the necessary cycle of destruction, a phoenixly cryptic circle of eternity.
Embroider away the weaving rivulets on the carpeted surface of organism earth, delving into the nuances and peculiarites of plants, insects, animals, birds, trees, rocks , moss and lichens, oceans, the winds and clouds in the sky and the microcosmic world of creatures dwelling within the human body and therein lies the interconnectedness of all things. Such insights into the living and working of all organisms open up endless streams of thought.
See the case of any symbiotic relationship in nature and how each one presupposes the existence of the other for its survival. Or a basic case of a relationship between a plant and an insect
Take a flower, the Fox Glove for example inside each flower grow protective hair to prevent random insects from rupturing the honey sacs, but the bee has the strength and size to push these impediments and exactly fit the flower, hung downwards, affording protection from enemies above and trapping warm air rising within. It is almost as if the innate consciousness of the plant has pre supposed the existence of the bee in its evolution. As in the case of certain night flowers, which only open out and give a lusty scent at night, which presuppose a knowledge of those insects that only fly in the dark and can therefore partake in the relationship. Certain trees which have no means of transferring their seeds elsewhere have a connection with some birds which eat the berries or fruit they produce- for though the outer pith provides the bird with the food, the seeds lie encased within a protective sac which flows through the birds digestive system to be excreted elsewhere.
Thus everything is connected, interpenetrating, bound in an oneness of purposeful being which is unity manifest, be it a pastoral scene,a seascape, a pointillist night sky or an urban sprawl. For a landscape or living space to be green and productive each blade of grass and leaf has to be green and growing in itself. Equally for a society to blossom and be fruitful, each and every individual member of that society must be alive and growing. Those who are not cultivating their inner world generate dead wood. Dead wood breeds parasites and parasites breed futility. Without green and growing individuals, society is nothing but deadwood. There is no such ting as the State, what exists is in the individual. The single mind, you! If you are not generative from the well spring of your being then you are not creating the world you would live in.
Published: Ahmedabad Mirror
Communication both verbal and otherwise actually sets about reinforcing those thought processes that already exist within the subconscious human psyche and constructive criticism becomes a subtle means of generating minute alterations in the pan humanistic evolution towards an all encompassing gaian sympathetically vibrant organism in synchronization with all possible minutae of living matter each geared to a sensitive pitch of interweaving homogeneity culminating in the ultimate levels of an environmentally sustainable ecological balance.
A final commingling of yin and yang or the apogee and perigee of evolution and therefore the necessary cycle of destruction, a phoenixly cryptic circle of eternity.
Embroider away the weaving rivulets on the carpeted surface of organism earth, delving into the nuances and peculiarites of plants, insects, animals, birds, trees, rocks , moss and lichens, oceans, the winds and clouds in the sky and the microcosmic world of creatures dwelling within the human body and therein lies the interconnectedness of all things. Such insights into the living and working of all organisms open up endless streams of thought.
See the case of any symbiotic relationship in nature and how each one presupposes the existence of the other for its survival. Or a basic case of a relationship between a plant and an insect
Take a flower, the Fox Glove for example inside each flower grow protective hair to prevent random insects from rupturing the honey sacs, but the bee has the strength and size to push these impediments and exactly fit the flower, hung downwards, affording protection from enemies above and trapping warm air rising within. It is almost as if the innate consciousness of the plant has pre supposed the existence of the bee in its evolution. As in the case of certain night flowers, which only open out and give a lusty scent at night, which presuppose a knowledge of those insects that only fly in the dark and can therefore partake in the relationship. Certain trees which have no means of transferring their seeds elsewhere have a connection with some birds which eat the berries or fruit they produce- for though the outer pith provides the bird with the food, the seeds lie encased within a protective sac which flows through the birds digestive system to be excreted elsewhere.
Thus everything is connected, interpenetrating, bound in an oneness of purposeful being which is unity manifest, be it a pastoral scene,a seascape, a pointillist night sky or an urban sprawl. For a landscape or living space to be green and productive each blade of grass and leaf has to be green and growing in itself. Equally for a society to blossom and be fruitful, each and every individual member of that society must be alive and growing. Those who are not cultivating their inner world generate dead wood. Dead wood breeds parasites and parasites breed futility. Without green and growing individuals, society is nothing but deadwood. There is no such ting as the State, what exists is in the individual. The single mind, you! If you are not generative from the well spring of your being then you are not creating the world you would live in.
Published: Ahmedabad Mirror
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