Outpourings

On Singing~

This bard sings from furrows and caves
on her forehead and in her heart
His light shines bright
but her blindness hears It not.


On attachments~

A white lotus flower
a brown velcro
both blossomed
from the same muddy pond

On  pride~

The bird in middle of its flight poops
Some poop fell on an old rag's head
and some on a silver damsel
Gargi hears the second poop's pride

On irritation~ 

The itch itches so rashly
Lord alone knows why!
Gets worse, even bleeds;
Would my own skin be spared?

To Sadhana~

O my long lost wife!
I promised you my own self
For this life and six more beyond
Does it matter if I forget your one name?

From Sadhana~

My poor lost husband of a dog!
Filthy, bewildered, distracted and blind,
Playing in my lap
only you could get lost.

To mother~

Her Kindness, Her Glory
Her Richess, Her Majesty
Her All
Her me