Tuesday, May 8, 2012

My Poems

MY GRANDFATHER

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 

The castle–capped hill

Brooding alone, nonchalant

Lost in reverie

Looks like my grandfather

When for hours in his bed

Motionless he sat

Eyes half closed ears unhearing

He gazed into a dim hazy world

Where voices were only sounds.


 


 

Now I am sure he saw

With hoary eyes he saw

Glimpses remote –

The ball hurtling in the air

Which he or his cronies kicked

The rivers he swam across

The faces of his grandparents

The proud Peepul tree

At the door of his ancestral hut

And…and a face that refused to grow old

When the world around him

Decayed and died everyday.


 


 

His deaf ears heard the distant rumble-

His grandpa chanting morning hymns

The rhythmic rattle that rose

When his mother

Washed and milled and swept and milked

And sang lullaby to his ears

And…and he heard an endearing call.


 


 


 


 

Rajendra Garg

54/8, Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

PH.-0141-2785170


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

HE

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 

Last evening

Strolling along the river bank

He quoted Bhartrihari

And likened life to a bubble

Then in a café we sipped tea.

This morning on our shoulders

We have brought him here.


 

He often felt dyspeptic

Arthritis plagued his joints

Persistent cough spoiled

The rhythm of his morning recitations

Amid vague fears he taught in the class

"Stand up O Arjuna, shed fears

Fight and conquer the world."


 

Son's stupidities

Daughter's contempt of good repute

Wife's obstinacies

Leaking roof and bleeding haemorrhoids

Gave him no moment of respite

But who could sit unmoved

When he dwelt upon

The rise and fall of empires

The rebellions and massacres

In Delhi and Chittor

And the Freudian world of dreams.


 

In recent years he often grumbled

For none agreed to marry

A poor man's daughter

Living in a house

Where ceilings leaked.


 


 

        Rajendra Garg

54/8, Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

PH.-0141-2785170


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

MY NEW DINING TABLE

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 


 

My gorge rises

Nauseous is the dinner

When I sit at my new dining table.

The tree still peers through its synthetic veneer

And all its shiny gloss

Oh, such a disconcerting gaze of the tree

It upsets everything in me.


 

Since my grandpa brought a sapling home

Proudly it had stood at our mansion gate

Last month I felled it

And the joiner framed the table

Whenever it finds me alone

The table mumbles, ' Et tu child ',

Yes the tree murmurs the prayer-

'Forgive him my Lord for he does not know'


 

From the table rises the rumble of three generations

Their hopes and illusions and gossips

Their heartbreaks and fears and pains

All whispered to this tree

Deep into the table I see my mother

Bowing in solemn worship to this patriarch

And hear my father's holy recitations.


 

What itched me to wield the axe?

What egged me on to cut your throat?


 

My gorge rises

When I sit at my new dining table.


 


 


 

     Rajendra Garg

54/8, Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

PH.-0141-2785170


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

             CLOD OF CLAY

         (Rajendra Garg)


 


 


 

Spins the potter's wheel

Clod of clay I reel

I'm clapped and slapped

And thumbed and thumped

What blows his fingers deal


 


 

    It's a game of hide and seek

    I laugh I cry I creak

    I'm yoked and knocked

        And    rocked and poked

        As carrion in vulture's beak


 


 

They say I steer my way

I plan and determine my day

It's right I fight

With might and insight

Things happen come what may

    
 


 


 


 

        Rajendra Garg

54/8, Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

PH.-0141-2785170


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

MY METAPHYSICS

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 


 

Long summer days

Scorching sizzling sun

Every leaf singed

Sweating and gasping I muse:-


 

Chaos will overtake harmony

What has been tuned will be untuned

Being will be devoured by non-being

For death rules supreme

And life covers in fear

The pageant will fall apart

Things will unweave themselves

Strife pollution epidemics….


 

In a tiny crack of an ancient wall

In the fissure of a brick

There it was

Sticking its neck out

Smiling at me mischievously

A fresh green infant shoot

A microscopic sprout

And my metaphysics ran out.


 


 

        Rajendra Garg

54/8, Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

PH.-0141-2785170


 


 


 


 

A CHANGE IS DUE

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 


 

Though with every passing day

My house grows friendlier to me

I am going to demolish

This old familiar structure

And have a new one built

On a different plinth

With walls of different hue

Doors and windows new

Letting the sun and the moon

From new angles peep

So that in every room

New shadows leap


 

Oh how I long to see

The hills and trees and riverbanks

Behind and beyond these walls


 

The old house gives me a view

But I feel a change is due


 


 


 


 

        Rajendra Garg

54/8, Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

PH.-0141-2785170


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

MY GRANNY

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 


 

Even a draught of air tickled her

For laughter and joy

Brimmed over her being and oozed

Dance of a bear or a monkey's antics

Or the street magician's game

Into wild ecstasies threw her

Her plump sanguine shape

So often convulsed with guffaws

Never in low spirits no phlegm

Always in gusto always aflame

In grief untamed as in joy

For weeks for months

She wept and fainted and beat her breast

When her son's boy was brought home

Never lukewarm never sedate

Passion throbbed her heart

It's the month of ashwin

A shraddha for her we observe

Nine Brahamins dine in my house

In my gloomy attic I sit

Drowned in morbid thoughts

Dull dampened depressed

Breathing away a sapless life

Nursing old anxieties

Filled with a hundred apprehensions

Muttering prayers in fear

ignored alone stranded

An unworthy heir


 


 


 


 


 

        Rajendra Garg

54/8, Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

PH.-0141-2785170


 


 


 


 

COLLEGE CORRIDORS

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 

Dark dreary and damp

Exuding a melancholy academic smell

These grim corridor walls of my college

Dumb witnesses to a long era

Sucking and absorbing the humming and buzzing

Of the vivacious young boys

Their guffaws, their gossips,

Their scandals, their hilarity,

Their violent quarrels, and heartburns,

Their rivalries, their pangs of jealousy,

Their thrills of winning

Their pains of losing a prize


 

Day after day these corridors echo

The giggles and whispers of comely girls

Coy or vociferous but always coquettish

With bewitching smiles (or frowns as the case may be)

As they pass through these college corridors

Effusing the primeval female smell

And disturbing the elemental equilibrium.


 

How often these corridor walls are filled with nausea

Hearing the tremulous husky tone

Of old phlegmatic professors

With senility and paranoid schizophrenia

Perched on their stooping shoulders

With sighs of regrets and old frustrations

Their choleric tongues pour out vitriol.


 

All these voices lay frozen and asleep

Between the bricks of these corridor walls.


 


 


 

        Rajendra Garg

54/8, Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

PH.-0141-2785170


 


 

PURGED AND CALM

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 


 

People-     you haven't brought rain

    o king of clouds

    To this thirsty land

    you rise from distant oceans

    Amble over hills and dales

    Groves bowers and towers

    Palaces and castles perched on hills

You look pale shrunken small

    But no drops fall

cloud-    i am purged and calm

    The brute in me subdued

    What beatitude what bliss!

    All my water I have poured

    In gusts of tears

    on a woman of seventy-eighth

    who daily washes the swaddling clothes

    Of her infant son

    And keeps his toys well arranged

    For though six decades have passed

    When he died and was taken away

    He may return home today

    All the long summer days

    All the long winter nights

    She waits for him

    and stares at the distant path

    Every whimper of a baby in the neighbourhood

    Sends a quiver from her breast

    deep down her womb

    And beyond the infant's tomb


 


 

                     Rajendra Garg

54/8,Mansarovar,Jaipur 302020    Phone-9414646696


 


 

Ancient Fears

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 

Swarm after swarm of bats

Rising from the dark caverns

Of this ancient castle

Nine thousand bats in a minute

Like rings of smoke

Winging their way in dusky gloom

In the drowsy melancholy air

In days of yore they fought battles

Or they were killed in palace intrigues

Now metamorphosed into bats


 

Often with a smothered cry

Spine chilled with fear

Limbs quivering

Sweating and gasping

I see swarm after swarm of bats


 

My ancient fears five fathom deep

Entombed in dark dungeons of my mind

Break loose and flap their wings

In a drowsy melancholy mood


 

Rajendra Garg

54/8,Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

Phone-0141-2785170

darkness

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 


 


 

Take me to darkness

Light baffles me

It evokes a nightmare of shapes

A labyrinth of forms


 

Light trembles on the surface

It illumines the shapes the contours

And thus floats the finite world

Darkness is infinity

Where hills and eggs and trees

And men and rocks and oceans

And north and south and near and far

Delude me not

In darkness the me and the not-me

meet and melt and fuse and lose their boundaries

Here nothing begins and nothing ends

Nor is here past or future or red or white


 

In that silence of brooding eternity

I hear the cosmos breathing

In my breaths


 


 

Rajendra Garg

54/8,Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

Phone-0141-2785170

Communion

(Rajendra Garg)


 

I gazed at a star

And the star gazed at me

A midnight communion

A holy trance


 

With a smiling face and blinking eyes

The star came down to my bed

Pinched my cheeks

Whispered my childhood name

Oh my dear dear friend I gushed

After sixty years I see you again

We used to play and laugh and weep

Seized with one impulse

One afternoon on their shoulders

Towards the riverbank

Among the boulders

They took you away


 

In vain have I searched for you

From pole to pole

You still a girl of nine

And I a man of three score and ten


 


 


 

Rajendra Garg

54/8,Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

Phone-0141-2785170

After the nuclear holocaust

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 

They groan spit blood and tumble

Dark purple clouds black-barred

Rise like mushrooms

They too groan and spit blood

What silence!

The oceans boil

Surging waves devour the sky

Fish molluscs whales dolphins

Shriek vomit blood and down they go


 

Birds drop from the trees

As fruits roasted on the boughs

Trees are in flames

They shriek vomit blood and tumble

Death rained from the heavens

From the stars from the space from the seas

From the distant continents

How accurate are the computer hands


 

My lungs burn my skin erupts

The air is all acid

O that I could groan vomit blood and die


 

The earth is a clod baked in fire

A charred clod hurtling in the space

Life was only an accident indeed


 


 

Rajendra Garg

54/8,Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

Phone-0141-2785170

My friend

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 

So much of me in you

And you in me

Deluding words

You and me

We frisked along the streets

Played hide-and-seek among trees

Jumped into pools in summer

And every so often

With grinding teeth and quivering lips

Breathing like bellows

Showered our small fists on each other

But the very next minute

We ran along the streets

Hand in hand

One impulse propelled us

Now at seventy-eight

Here on the banks of yamuna

In our native village

Where the ash of our ancestors

Is mingled in the air

Here under the mango tree

I sit on a rock and meditate

I feel a twitch of your thoughts my friend

And all that you may be

Grieving or longing for

Though for half a century

You have been in Vancouver

Rajendra Garg

54/8,Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

Phone-0141-2785170

Healing power

(Rajendra Garg)


 


 

They shrugged

Pressed their upper lip

Their cheeks twitched

They turned away their heads

Contempt in their eyes

They walked on

While wounded I lay

Groaning on the road side

Life ebbing away


 

Through the city streets their caravan passed

Nor do I complain

For everybody is lonely here

But a balmy glance

Of their pitying eyes

Could soothe the wounds

That I received defending them

Glances I feel have healing powers


 

Godspeed my friends

To your places you go

At my place I lie


 


 

Rajendra Garg

54/8,Mansarovar, Jaipur 302020

Phone-9414646696