In the recent monsoonOur rivers felt as ifThe mountains had bledFrom fresh woundsTheir flesh has gone,Across the green seas,To the distant ChinamanTo fill out his bones.
(Iron ore exports to China in the wake of the pre-Olympics construction boom have left deep wounds on our mountainscape in the Hospet region)
Archive for March, 2005
28 Mar
Wounds
25 Mar
The temple
Thinking never felt so goodBeads of perspiration glistenedWhile luminous peace arrived in spurtsBehind was electricity of high voltageWords flowed steadily in thoughtIn fast disappearing streamletsThere was the power of fragranceOf lighted camphor and tiny flowersMy people’s concentrated historyFlowed through these stone archwaysStone people who lived on foreverThese are my own dearest kinsmenMy flesh and bones [...]
21 Mar
The sister rocks
The sister rocks woke up To the sun’s golden touchTheir delicate fingers Reached out, reaching,Beyond the temple towers,Into the translucent sky Fond sisters they wereIn close familial bondTheir smoky eyes filledWith slowly sun-melting dewTheir sisterly shadowsLengthened luxuriouslyOver night-weary shrubs As hundreds of other shrubs Were being set on fireOn the edge of their world.
(Two giant [...]
11 Mar
The Return of Beauty
Things remained unsaidOver a long gap, a wide chasmBeauty cried in torrentsOf words bereft of thoughtTill the blazing March sunBeat the history’s stonesA midsummer celebrationEnsued with images galoreBeauty returned from the hills.
