An old
lady counting the Japa-mala (Prayer beads)
Tarun Sadanand Kuckian
Little
beads of sacredness,
Eight
and hundred - tied together in a string;
Planets
revolving around
Om
The
Primordial Sound.
Softly
whispered by mortal lips,
As the wrinkled,
old fingers
Meticulously
count
Nights
and months, and seasons and
Births.
Each
breath in a measured incantation
Muttering
silently, the Name of names.
An
autumn dry leaf from the Peepal falls
The soul within
Becoming
the air outside.
***
The
Birth of a Poem
From
where doth a poem takes birth?
Like
some Venus rising from the heavenly pearl
It is
born from the Silence that awakes in man,
A deep silence
that binds him to his very soul
When
all words become superfluous,
And the
poor, mad heart can only babble in poetry.
From
where doth a poem takes birth?
It is
conceived even as His splendour makes us mute
Like
Kamadeva, a thousand desires burn
Into
the ashes of meaninglessness.
The
words betray their meaning
Then
the flesh and the bones crumble.
All
that is left are tears
A
language in itself
Cocooned
in metaphors.
Shambo
descends to Kashi
The
realm of heart
From
the Kailasa, the abode of the Tapasvis.
Akka
Mahadevi sings the Vachanas
The
Master smiles
Lal Ded
dances in joy.
***
Brief Bio: Tarun Sadanand Kuckian is an Assistant Professor in the
Department of Management Studies in The S.I.A. College of Higher Education, Dombivli,
affiliated to the University of Mumbai. A seasoned teacher and an amateur poet,
he believes in the power of literature in making one a better human being. His
short story: ‘The Death and Life of Lenin Namboodiripad’ was published
in Episteme – an online peer
reviewed, interdisciplinary, multidisciplinary and multicultural journal.
He believes that the most important hall in a college is the ‘Library’ and
encourages his students to visit that magical place where the collected wisdom
of humankind awaits to guide, teach and enlighten the reader. His interests are
writing poetry and short stories, reading, spirituality and music.
A great poem by Tarun sir
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem tarun keep it up
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