Best Brahmins Poems

In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of precise paradise, air of spaceless pleasure,

A lavender Tigress of effortless enlightenment
seeking sensations on the edge of eternity's cremation, 
on her...

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Limerick: Once a Meat-Vendor in Mylapur

Once a Meat-Vendor in Mylapur*
Set up shop (O!) Brahmin virtue pure
No hungry customers
Knocked past the front shutters
Though brisk business raged at rear door.

•	Brahmin enclave in Chennai, Tamil-Nadu, India.
Brahmins were not vegetarians from antiquity.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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Cleansing of body and mind- the Indian Way- An Alouette



For any Hindu

Bathing in Sindhu

Or Ganga thought to be pure

On fetes, on deaths

Tilak on foreheads

To meditate for mind’s cure





Indian Brahmins

In temple domains

Recite mantras while bathing

Then a marjanam 

Followed by japam

Trikal Sandhya with chanting



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Sindhu and Ganga –...

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                             Brahman Nemesis

          22 But to those who...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and pleas of mindless fingers
for out there
on the receding promontary's rising...

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The world dims to a standstill in shouting
incoherencies the fluttering heart spew, clinching
on today through the vagaries of inertness, 
and seeking liberty, he sings the song of 
life.

Then the finality of death. 
And Agni's dance. 
The soul ascends from the smouldering 
cinders gradually dying and...

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Wake! and see the extent to which you’re still enslaved
        enslaved by your own kind who hanker after conditioning platitudes
        the clubby comfort of secretly oath-taking power cliques
   ...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 11

How might one batter to death rogue Nation State
Much less Institutions Parties Power Groups
Motherland religion Peoples’ opiate

Kings tyrants prophets may under-estimate
The will of the People to upset their hopes
How might one batter to death rogue Nation State

Around rulers...

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Temple – not an abode of God

Idol – only a piece made by man

To see his reflection in ruse of worship

The Powerful can see power

The Rich can see riches

Poor see poverty

The more one donates, the more he gets

The more one pleads and cries, Grief is...

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History contends that on that score
hing hot summer at 6:00 pm June sixteenth 
in the year 666 after the Devonian era, 
two lovers - a Mister Belmont Me 

and Missy Bryn Mawr Hu felt the call 
of the wild within the wilderness 
in virgin hinterlands...

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don't even think about it
a bucket of motel ice in the face
proving the thing in itself does not exist
because he registered all the meanings all the time
with a nausea so profound 
the retching never ended
rearranging all my proteins
in a hypnotic anarexo-bulemic frenzy 
I marched to...

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P
Your last letter had interesting news
I will try to answer for you
The information you give, I need to chew
There is a hungry cow on the block to feed too
I don't eat cows as I am Hindu
Hindus do not kill cows as you know
But they do...

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Black was a thief
Who stole anything
Between pots and clothes.

Son of a pundit,
He became a thief and
Humiliated the Brahmins.

I didn't want to be a thief,
But we were friends,
Black and I.

All hated him, 
But he surprised me
With his other colors.

We fell in love
With the same woman,
Who loved...

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My people set out sixty-six years and six months ago
Give or take; sure, liberties taken, but I'll give her back,
And if you want, they got a machine with occasional fact,
But back to forbodingly sixty-six years and six months back,

From where it began, when Mrs Mack...

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