Rama

Thousands of dreams, melted in distrust 

Blood rained here once and just how!

Pride, grace and gore ground to dust

Centuries crushed your sense of thou

Until one man held all of Ganga in his voice 

time has now come to free, he said, rejoice 

Fallen gods in tents, memories of despair 

Repair each knot, wipe every drop of tear 

Invoke sacred fires of the yore,

Sprinkle earth with water and incense,   

And from ancient memories write 

His only name on bricks of clay

Lest you forget who built those kilns, 

Those mottled faceless, nameless 

Crowds, who crossed oceans in his name

And claimed his coronation as their own,

Rejoice and say his name once

Rama, Sree Rama, Raghu Rama 

Janaki nandana, jagadananda karaka,

You warrior, you lover, you son, you king  

You, the cause of happiness in the world,

Welcome home. We built you one  

 

Gone

You will be that hole in me which devours 

Every ray of hope shining through another window

That hole into which I shed this burden of light

Of wanting to live, to know and to see

You will be that pain which I want to 

Find again and again in scabs of memories 

Ripping through these mounds of unhealed 

moments, those concrete mountains of lust

Deeper and deeper I dig for some meaning

It must have been as it was meant to be

He must have left as he needed to find himself 

I must have been harsher than I ever wanted to

They must have meant what they never said

One day from another day, I know 

No difference, anymore. Just as though

I still hold your fingers in my palm

Looking through the window into gushing

Monsoons of the past

Those days which will never be back, those nights

Which will never forget

You will be the kaleidoscope that failed to 

Lure your future into our past

And yet a yellow scarf lies somewhere 

Still, untouched, unripped 

You will be the hand that brushed it aside 

And walked out into your wide fields of joy

Closing in on me, my black hole, my love

One atom at a time, all of world’s windows.