Tuesday, October 27, 2009

A RIVER FLOWS BACK

In the country hall of Lescovac
Echoe the pangs of past,
The young Roma lads
Sing their way
Into the hearts of all.

The soft necks
And the lissome ups
Swagger over the pulsating bellies
As the girls flirt
Over the hidden landscapes.

A deep voice surfaces
From the unknown corner
And rips apart
The vale of silence
I have worn .

A sequence of tragedies
Takes shape
And you become numb
Over the macabre acts
Committed by times,
And the ill fate
Flung on to the innocent people.

FOR A ROMA GIRL

Hi ! Love to your smile.
Your round face
Moving round and round
Over the sagacious stem,
Enthralling with the soft jerks
Of belly dance
Pounds me
And I am lost.

You remind me
Of the Banjara girls
Who perform Kalbelia* dance
And break each part of the body
To synchronize a new rhythm
Into the sighing hearts.

You have not done away
With the Ghagra*
That nicely poises over
The slanting fleshscapes
Of your gorgeous frame.

Your belly
Makes it swivel
Like the hind of a golden buck
And the hearts go unreigned.

Are you aware
That I am one among few
Who admire you ?

And the rest of the eyes
Are blue,
They see flesh only,
And beyond that
A realm
Where bucks and gazelles
Are chased to death.










*Kalbelia is a traditional dance of the Banjara girls in which they mould their body quite smoothly, a difficult task to perform.
*Ghagra is a long ,loose and plated skirt kind of garment worn by women in Rajsthan.

SILENT FLOWS DANUBE

Silent flows Danube
Under the blanket of thick mist,
Over the ruby landscapes of Belgrade.

The rascals of peace
Howl over its serene waters
And escape friskily
Into the broiling heart
Of Kosovo.

Flummoxed
The green-belted rangers
Of the United Nations
And the hued patrons
Of liberty and equality,
Take a second look
At the migrating legs
From the quagmire of uncertainty,
And settle peacefully
In their secure barricades.

The hearts that swing
Over the quaking legs
Tumultuously
Seek asylum
In the holes
Of deceptive cobras.

Silent flows the life,
Another flux
Of prosperity and modernity,
Along the borders of wails
And the languishing hearts,
Hoodwinking over the tents of justice
Under the skies
Pervaded by hawks.