October 20, 2009
Poetry of the day
Easy Theory
As the school bus drives off
taking away her child, she pauses
seeing the trees waving in the breeze,
the leaves green again
and another season already arrived
before walking back to her day.
While leaving a town for good
from the taxi on the way
to the railway station , we see
the actual city we were
blindly living in for years .
That homes , lives , are not in fact
for heedless sleep and dreams ;
that they too are things glimpsed
while transiting from other
unseen positions
is an easy theory that has been
around for some time .
September 29, 2009
Poetry of the day
Newer Delhi
In the early hours of morning,
perhaps returning on a nightlong drive
from a visit you decide was futile,
you see above the undisturbed mists,
revealed like a coded vision ,
the artful tops of tall buildings
clustered like giant toadstools
on some science fiction planet .
They do say it`s a happening place ;
although just a bit beyond
at the edges where PWD yards halt
are the ancient scrub and woods ,still
home to jackals,scorpions,peacocks.
The housing and landscaping
is the latest ;
the schools with tinted glass,
international .
Imported yellow schoolbuses in hordes,
designed for still wider roads , turn
awkwardly around hedged layouts, lives.
Flags flutter
over industrial grade fencing ,
guarding childhoods
like risky investments .
I am glad
I won`t be around
to see the future .
