1.
Back in my easy chair, My Lord,
I feel so cosy. Comfort fills my cells
Which carry a thousand units of RA factor,
Some factory producing kilos of uneasiness
Some call it disease: un=dis, noun in plural
That makes it contemporary.
This is an age of diseases
This is an age of diseases
2.
So let us come to the point at least now.
This is Royal Blue ink.
“Reform Calligraphy”
Is the pen-name, brand name
So I write to reform calligraphy.
‘kal-graphy’ in Malayalam means
image
Ended graphy and started graphics
Like graphic poems
[certainly not like this]
OK, Byebye…….
3.
No current. Mosquitoes abound.
Sun is going to set. Ending
a day of a month of a year of a
century of a millennium….
We will celebrate its 10th annual soon
Still some of us live before Y2K
Filled with umpteen graphies, means of measurement
Merging into one the only one – Truth.
Keats told it is beauty. Sankara proved it by knowledge
Jesus showed it as love. Buddha made it mean more.
Guru Yagnavalkya said it straight – truth.
Lead us from untruth to truth,
The light, the immortality
Which again is truth.
4.
Magpies and crows make bigger sound than the little twits. Children are very noisy. This is a nice locality. Clock ticks. The UPS clacks. Current came. Cyrus barks. He is communicating with the children, ten and twelve year olds, playing on the street, loudly. Louder than that Cyrus enjoys it. Noise is the prime means of communication. Colours do it silently. That is why people talk about loud and noisy colours. Tiny little spots of murmur and even the hiss of a kiss can be seen in paintings. That is why I paint. I have a large collection of them. Mostly worth nothing. That is why I write. Nobody will publish it. So I blog. Blog it out.
5.
Its half past five. At six is Mass
Pray by time table: difficult, but one has to
.Things concerning ones God and ancestors
should not be neglected.
That is why I go. It is time. I go
and come back, eat and edit a page
global warming, for Std VIII.
Children think I know everything.
Foolish. I too think so
Its time to retire.
6
Its night. Quarter past eleven
Fan makes perpetual noise
I break a sentence. Just for its fun
Crumbling the edifice of grammar
And scan this and put it in
Where you know by now
Where else? Yes. It is here
Right in this blog it is. Yes.
Elsewhere, by now, you know
It is like a reflection.
7
I will stop this at ten
Provided Wall Street remains
Stronger than twin towers.
What for, Krishna, What for I fight?
What for I live?
That question triggered Gita.
Sorry if I misinterpret
Real masters forgive and forget
That is how I remain
So comfortable, relaxed
Just a few yards from school
Leaving after breakfast, reaching for lunch
Closing work for tea at home. What easy life!!!
8
It is twelve. I sleep. G’d nite.
My Lord, you make days and
remake them after nights.
The new day comes
More of global warming
The sun is at his energising best
Just crossed the equator
Crossing the mid-line many times
Through millenniums, energising
The Sun, god as worshipped
By many great civilisations
Gayatri is the greatest prayer
Greater when it is sung
Image
Listening it is greater
R. K. Mission has it.
9.
Human voice is an offering
Twisting and turning it
Sharpening, flattening, twisting
Turning, breezing, waving
Dancing in its best, My Lord,
Voice is an offering
Like many things in sacrifice.
Every sacrifice has a cry
Like the last song of Anarkali
He cried aloud and left the spirit
Says the Bible, (Verse)
Not despair. -was reciting Psalm 22
Scriptures elevate to higher planes
People say they overcome emotions
Elevate means to take to
Same - higher planes
Exalting minds.
10
At a point the modulations overtake.
From poetry to music it turns
A layer change of perception
Mind goes beyond music
The next layer is silence
Elevated by human voice
Regenerated in my ear-set
From behind the millenniums
Ever-fresh, ever-exalting
Gayatri Samam.
Buy it and listen in silence.
Tenth part over here.
