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Cauldron with no Steam

They say hope is good
- hope is the house
in which faith dwells,
faith that swears by god.

I say desire is the house
from of which all seeds
called hope,
in mortal clusters sprout.

If desires are dead maggots
hopes the bad eggs,
faith is an empty cauldron
from where no steam rises.

Saranyan BV © October 2011

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Hopeless poem

They say hope is good
- hope is the house
in which faith dwells,
faith that swears by god.

I say desire is the house
from which all seeds
called hope,
in mortal clusters sprout.

If desires are dead maggots
hopes the bad eggs,
faith is an empty cauldron
from where no steam rise.

Saranyan BV © October 2011

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Noon time- Sunday

we sit on a television cable
hanging vertically
down the roof of a four floor
apartment building,
she, me and the male house sparrow
with whites around the eyes.

from there we watch the stray dog
eating the left-over chapathi
fed by an old greed fed up with food,
three crows wait
for the mongrel to finish
his portion of the meal,

all of them are dressed in adequacy,
the furry dog,
crows in black tatters,
the male sparrow softness of whose feathers
wring my envy drip,

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Tragopan

There is fire in your neck, Tragopan!
fire in the goose-steps
dealt with deliberation
one leg after another, you scare me,

your hard mouth
uttering those guttural noises
left, right, left, right, left, right,
like an army in rampage, you scare me.

I fear you, O Tragopan
I haven’t come for your hen - believe me,
she is behind pecking the Gojji berry,
fear me not, I am not for amour!

my eyes feed on the purple clouds
borne by the silver gray
in the depths of jade,
whose playful slaps are gentle on my feet,

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Travails of a Lab Attendant

I view
the homing Indian bull-frog
with pink thighs,

lying flat on the dissection table;
a flag pinned on it’s webbed hind foot,
says “Hoplobatrachus tigerinus”

the viscera looks
everything like the mangled cosmic whore
from the ancient gully I co-habited long ago.

I scoop the un-laid cluster of her eggs
and carefully mount
on the compound microscope

empowered with condenser lens,
the stage is prepared but
it takes time to focus a genuine specimen.

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