MAThura NAgARpati

Before daybreak, in the hushed glow of dawn
My Lord you lie, spent and wan
The turmoil at its crest when you decide
To head to Gokul and her side.

Abandoning gold and glory and your Mathura O King,
You take to the flute again, heading
To that world where she waits, your Queen.
These riches you so heedlessly trample
Tell me, which song did she sing?

This song that kept tugging…
With unslept puzzled eyes
I watched that flowery bed and you
Tossing and turning.
Who is she, who waits and weeps…
For whom are you leaving?

The Jamuna is quiet, in tranquil thought…
The wind is at peace, but you are not
As tunes of the past haunt, you clutch your flute
Irresistible is Gokul that your feet do not stop,

Your Radha is with her King, trust me
She has learnt to love, believe me
She has found her solace
In her King’s land and his palace
Wiped away her tears long ago, of longing
But you still rake it up?
Can’t you stop Gokul from calling?

I am still here!

Eet Rassi

The Punjab Mail T.C. called him "hero"
For his Vivek Oberoi looks
Oberoi's Bhopal ized version
He said people in Itarsi are "not good"
I hope someone is picking you up?
(I nodded)
I live in Bhopal
Take my number and do call!
I took it...
Itarsi was forty five degrees hot.
Blessed with the frenzied work
of the Sister and her lot
It is, In Pope's befitting words
"A world forgotten by the world forgot!"
Sheetal Palace is the best in Itarsi (they said)
There are the usual reptilian brats.
It will only get a "little" bad
When they are joined in by the rats...

They did…join
It did get… very bad!

CrOw GodDesS

Standing on the platform

Before the "rush-hour" began

Talking about nothing in particular

Or to be precise, about Soha Ali Khan...

A crow zipped past,

Brushed her cheek...almost

He was startled. She shrugged it off.

Its not the first time and neither is it the last.

He seemed a bit droll

As he said more, about

These harbingers of death

And their darker rigmarole!

She listened as he went on

about Goddess Dhumavati

the unmoveable unmoved eternal widow

He said, they say resembles a crow.

The Goddess of unsatisfied desires, The Shakti

(Without her Shiva) written about in books

So what about her she asked, He said

You must see how she looks!

How does she look?

Thin, tall and gaunt.

What does she do?

While he ran to catch the train

he turned and said...

She looks like you!