3.EVERYTHING REMAINS IN THAT MOMENT
Yes of course, everything remains in that moment, they say
Have you seen that moment? They ask.
Those who have seen spin tales aplenty about that moment;
Those who haven’t are always speaking about it and nothing else.
It goes to show that none has forgotten that moment.
Thus that moment lives in each and every moment.
Therefore that moment is being blessed with eternity,
observes the philosopher.
The existentialist mocks at it.
Thus when that moment was being spent
Another moment is being born anew.
there comes into being another moment
exactly as the earlier one.
Of these not knowing which is real
and which is superficial
the moment is struggling momentarily.
everything remains in that moment.
4.CLEAVING THE AFTERNOON
At dawn I left
heading towards the town with the waterfalls
Soon as I alighted the bus
the town’s afternoon welcomed me.
‘It would be wonderful to bathe in the waterfalls
Your heart would be eased of all pressures’, said the Noon.
The oil-massaging expert came after us, chasing.
Said oil-massage would cool the body;
Further it is also good for health _
So he went on, pursuing.
Asking him to give oil-massaging to noontime
I made it sit on a rock.
Pouring oil onto the top of afternoon and massaging
it with hands He screamed.
That 990 was the heat of that afternoon
the oil-massager gave a weather report.
A sachet of shampoo and also a sandal soap
I bought and gave and took along the afternoon also
to bathe in the waterfalls with me.
The waterfalls which till that time was jumping topsy-turvy
hearing the afternoon yelling joyously “Oh waterfalls! Oh waterfalls!”
suddenly turned and leapt backwards.
I was bathing in it , happiness-personified
With the shampoo’s foam swelling so white
the waterfalls was swelling, flowing overflowing
Standing in one corner the afternoon is watching it
relishing it to its heart’s content.
It was flowing with its exclusive musical sound
“Oh lass, oh lady” I called aloud.
As if not hearing she moved on swiftly.
“What is her name?”
“What is her name?”
He who stood nearby said “Kaveri”.
“Kaveri, Oh Kaveri”, cried I and ran after her.
Even then she was running as if not hearing my call,
being cross with me.
Thinking that she couldn’t hear me because of the roaring cataract
I asked it to keep quiet for a little while,
and, calling aloud “Kaveri, Oh Kaveri” again and again
Thinking that she couldn’t understand my call
I called out in Telugu.
Even then she moved on without looking back
He who was near me observed that
I would better call out in Kannada.
I called out in Kannada “Kaveri, Oh Kaveri”
But, before Kaveri could turn and look
The sea had arrived..
6. SO A JOURNEY
On its own the journey had begun.
Some hours, faraway,
All others not pre-planned,
In many a milestone
they’ve written the name of an ailment
in languages not in vogue till then.
In milestones, sometimes they’ve written
the journey’s age and sometimes
the ‘volume’ of the disease.
As they’ve kept hidden
the distance of one’s destination
We are journeying all too hastily, agitatedly ,
through a terrible, challenging
want of time.
Your compasses won’t work here;
your GPS instruments won’t.
Gadgets that measure your pressure
and your ECG machine
and your treadmills
Further your ultra-modern scientific devices
don’t come to your aid.
Those who you had firmly believed
would accompany you
are waving hands, bidding goodbye to you.
At the instant when you realize
that no name nor ailment nor life
is inscribed in your journey’s unforeseen milestone
the word Nature would be written in that.
But, then your eyes would be almost closed.
How would you read Nature?