Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Last Xmas

Last xmas I went to home
Whithered Rubber leaves welcome me to Home
Glittering moon lead my way to home
Abandoned countryside
Whistling wind rotates
Mountain road sleeps like a drunkard
Starless night
last xmas I went to home
My childhood playmates is faraway
My sick brother is faraway
My old parents welcomes me
Dinner table with out special feast
Last xmas i went to home
Homecoming, a cruel experinece my heart mourn

Friday, January 11, 2008

Kindling Kalidasa

Last night I read Rthusamhara, Kalidasa's debut work. Recharged with Rithusamhara I regained my vista of visual senses. Verses with smell, sweet, love, pain, seasonal longings, despair, death that's what I felt with Kalidasa. Rain poured...love kindled. When I read the lines, lust of hidden energy sparked through my vains. Myraid hues of Indianness gave me the feeling of travelling through the ancient Indian Cities. Like the feeling of Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities, I fell in love with Ujjayani. I fell love with dancing devadasis, dancing peacocks, fruit bearing Indian trees, street shops. Oh God in my yearly years of youth I spend reading rubbish like existentialism. Oh kalidasa my immortal poet! You regained me from the depth of ignorance. Thanks dear poet.