Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The Praying Mantis



Hey! You praying mantis,
what design do you conceal
in your greeting hands?
Why such humility?
I know your tricks.
Like a politician with politricks
you stand offering Namaste
to a tiny poor instinct
which , dumbstruck , forgets to move
and you gobble it up.
Even if your Namaste didn't work
you pounce upon it coercively.
You know how to get at a prey.

Camouflaged perfectly with new leaf green
from head to the end of tail,
you a leftward slanting handwritten small 'g',
the letter for green that harbours you
with all your tricks.

You Praying Mantis
like a wily seductive
always with some crafty purposes
hidden in praying hands
and simulating an innocent.

But Oh! you are a creature too,
like all others.

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                                                     - 24 August, 1999



Monday, October 12, 2015

A Friend's Arrival



With a heartful of warmth
and golden smile of Autumn
steps a friend into my hut.

And a flash of something long forgotten!

Throwing off abruptly
the blanket of gloom
my hut leaps into a new spirit
and is filled with
resounding ripples of universe
and then trickles poetry
drop
by
drop.

[Written on 15 Nov. 1997, while in Sadar Hospital, Darjeeling.]