Best Poems From
(28th August 1961)
Confusion is the seed of relation
When relation grows
It breeds confusion
Only when one becomes
Some one of somebody
Can overpower confusion
And further the relation.
When unknown becomes known
A stranger becomes a relation
Culmination of confusion occurs
When at all there is no aspiration
From out of the existing relation.
And in fact it is the perfect relation
That lasts for many births
Yes, that is achieved
As of late I have discovered
What is my confusion?
For last couple of days
I have an impetus to ponder over
Any one questions me or not
I intend to express my intention.
What is that?
I am allowed to be alone
Where there is silence all around.
I would plunge into deep penance
And listen to the whispers
Of the loneliness and the voice of silence.
I shall realize the echo of
My heart and what is in me
In my conscious, sub-conscious
And unconscious self
And to read me
Who am I?
And am endowed with what
To unfurl the petals after petals
Of my heart
I would prefer dark to light
I know light camouflages one
With gala and etiquette
To manifest the hypocritical
Civilization and its mundane ideology
Darkness eats away all artifice
It encourages and impels one
To relax the swinging tentacles
Like an emancipated reptile
When he reads himself bit by bit in silence?
The septuagenarian woman was seen from the den
Peeping outside through the dilapidated fence
It could not escape the eye of the curious journalist
Who immediately proceeded to the shelter of the old lady?
While interacting with her the journalist marked
The absolute contentment with her as she was found
Cheerful during the entire period of the meeting
Her voice was clear and firm
She did not flutter at any point of time at all
And replied all the questions asked to her promptly
The journalist became surprised
Seeing the lady jovial was amidst abject poverty.
Almost an emptied hut having a little belonging
Was her only assets and there was no sign of peril at all
What is the secret of your happiness? The journalist asked.
My contentment lies in what I do have, she replied.
How do you maintain your subsistence?
I am getting two hundred rupees towards my Old-Age pension
I purchase 10 Kg rice for Rs.20/- per month.
Spend another 100 rupees towards my household expenditure
Wherein grocery and all other requirements are inclusive
What do you do with balance 80 rupees per month?
I save them. Pay as gift to my daughter.
Purchase essential things,
And supplement her during different festive occasions.
Look! I have no further requirement of anything,
I am happy with the meager income and assets
I do have in my possession.
The journalist could not believe his ears.
Probably this is the lowest income of a person
During his long public career he has ever encountered.
In spite of the least income she has no dearth of money.
She fortifies all her dreams with the amount
And remains happy all along
When people having plenty have no satisfaction at all
He thanked himself as his persistent endeavor succeeded
To find an enchanted person
Ultimately, he could meet the delighted woman
Who seems happy always having no sign of distress in her face?
With only a little amount of pension she remains happy
Unlike the other persons who are disgruntled even
With lofty sums credited to their accounts recurrently.
He recalled his experience with the woman
And bemused with the feeling
That wealth does not buy happiness all the time for someone.
NEVER RELATIONSHIP ENDS
The midday was hot like a frying pan
I saw that day a gorgeous lady
standing on the deserted bus-stop alone
might be in wait to catch her home bound tram
or waiting somebody to arrive to fetch her from there
I looked at her from a distance and strangely got attracted
at the very moment but preferred to stay away from her sight
Next day she was found again standing there
under the scorching hot sun in that lonely hour
Usually during that time I used to take a break from my work
and go for having the launch in my home nearby
There after I saw her every day on that place
while passing by that desolate road waiting
for someone or the bus to arrive in utter desperation
I went on observing her daily movement there
and that recollected me the companionship
I was enjoying with someone for several years
One day the nomadic torrential rain was very cruel
It was almost raining like cats and dogs in that after-noon
The stranger lady was standing under the heavy down pour
and looking helplessly here and there for a shelter but in vain
I could not resist myself but to volunteer
to render her immediate necessary help
When I came closer to her to my utter surprise
She was none other than that some one
who was very close to my heart once
the dearest companion and true guide
during the formative days of my life.