Poetry: Tarun Sadanand Kuckian

Tarun Sadanand Kuckian
An old lady counting the Japa-mala (Prayer beads)

 

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.

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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.

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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.

 

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