I look to the left; I look to the right And behold the very same sight Of buildings, massive and tall With shining glass on them all Which transmit and transmute light By each day and each night; Whence conceived and when arose Seem questions of little import, As with a surge the soul doth … Continue reading Midtown Manhattan
The suffering need not be mine But the very presence of suffering Depresses me to no end What kind of a man is he who Continues with his life gleefully Despite seeing suffering all around And what kind of a God is he who Despite being compassionate is helpless Don’t give me the goddamned yin-yang … Continue reading Shangri-La
Naa koi Hindu hai, naa koi Mussalman Subh ke subh buss naam-roop hee hain Aur naam-roop mey rakha kya hain Usme nahi koyi asliyat ya sachhayee Iss sach ko jaan kar tum hairaan honge Kee subh naam-roop tumhi hon Kyunki tum sachhayee mey woh hon Jiske naam-roop se iss duniya basee hai Toh tumhi hon … Continue reading Naa Hindu, Naa Mussalman (a poem in Hindi)
Hindustan mey aaj kal maahol aisa bani hui hai Ki Hindu hona ya uski zikr karna zurm ho gaya hai Hinduism ek bhooth shabdh ho gaya hai Aur thum kisi guru ke vachan sunthe ho ya zikr karthe ho Turanth thume Hindutva vaadhi kaha jaatha hai Ye kaisa insaaf hai ke mere hi ghar me … Continue reading Secularism Becularism (a poem in Hindi)
Love is not to be found In the arms of sweetheart Though you are tempted Into thinking so. Love is not to be found In some friendship Though there is delight Tending to it. Love is not be found In sublime art or music Though it might satisfy For a while. Love is not to … Continue reading Love, O Love, Where Art Thou?
"There are no others" Yes, Ramana Maharshi, I agree that is true. But who am I addressing By writing thus? And In the absence of the "Other" Does speech or writing Have any relevance?
Damn the guy with the vibhuti Damn the guy at the Eucharist Damn the guy with the taqiyah Damn, damn, damn Damn them all wholeheartedly None is real, all illusory What after all In this world of names-and-forms Can claim to be real, tut tut
O Hindu Heir to the Upanishads How the world must envy thee When they understand The truths of your secrets. O Hindu Heir to the Gita How many must be the dilemmas When you come face to face With your own spirit of renunciation. But, O Hindu, What is this frowning face The moment you … Continue reading Appeal to the Hindu
(dedicated to my good friend Himadeep Muppidi who prodded me to respond to current happenings) O Christna Show us the way forward O Lord of Karma, O Lord of Love These are troubled times for India Where we are left in doubt Whether the pen is mightier than the sword These are troubled times for India Where … Continue reading Appeal to an Avatar
I am quite comfy being a Reddy Whatever being a Reddy connotes I am sure it connotes something Sharing as Reddys perhaps must do Some common characteristics Whereby you can see a stranger and exclaim Ah! There goes a Reddy No?!!! If not, of what use is such an appellation When you cannot mark out … Continue reading On Caste