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Lamentation for what you are losing.
A situation not of your choosing.
Powerless in its execution.
Watching from the shadows as
the scene unfolds before you.
A bag of broken promises
standing in the corner - waiting
for recycling or incineration -
no-one knows, but gone for ever
in the familiar form you knew.
Your heart lies broken in the dustpan.
A few fragments scattered on the floor.
She tries to sweep them up, but carelessly
drops the container in transit and curses
as it leaves a dust trail to the door.
How cold she looks. Her face fixed in
resolution. Determined to get the rooms
of her life scrubbed clean and free from
memories of you. Reminders of you two
as you were, happy once, laughing, loving.
Out to the trash wagon goes your world.
With no knowledge of the significance,
it is tipped in ignorance into the swirling,
churning lumber of the neighbourhood,
and ground to meaningless pulp.
She stops on the way to retrieve a minute
piece of hope deposited on her shoe -
stuck like gum and adhering to the pavement
as she walks. A good tug and it is gone, but
she tuts as it leaves stickiness on her fingers.
Back in the sanitized emptiness
she pauses to view her clean slate.
Still icy in her survey, she doesn't notice broken you,
forgotten in the cupboard - heart ripped out,
memory mutilated, living only in the shadows.
The door creaks and she is alerted,
she quickly runs to close it - crisis averted.
Must get a lock for that door
and throw away the key -
the heart can't grieve if the eye can't see.
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 11
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’
Influenced by love, where man,
Resides with human attraction,
Keeping always happy and merry,
For the common good of man.
The Earth have become a family,
Of all living beings on it,
Enjoying life, as their wish,
On every part of the Earth.
The Struggle between Gods and God’s Power
By prayer to Goddess of power,
He begged delusion of Nature,
And demanded an enchanting season,
From the vernal Goddess of spring.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 02nd May 2012
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Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 19
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’ 19
The Turning Point
Fascinated by the sinner,
Man would be more demoralized,
To such an extent, that he,
Would destroy his own race one day.
Why not I should burn him,
Hypnotically to save the mankind,
From the curse of passion,
That shall annihilate it sooner or later.
The sight of nature's beauty,
Created by delusion of Cupid,
Had robbed, his eyes power of destruction,
By the charms of intoxication.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 10th May 2012
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She blew a goodbye kiss to mummy
And off into the school she scampered
Exchanging pleasantries and last night's stories
And looking forward to dusk to get pampered
A busy day it was at school
Anticipating the end of day
Oh! yes the bell finally came through
Off to the bus as it led the way
An excited mother has made a dish
And smiles at the newly bought party dress
My daughter would try this after her stew of fish
Once she is home and undressed
Alas ! the awaiting inferno
Beings are burnt to worthless ash
With wailing whispers and twisted groans
Oh mummy! oh mummy! the fire comes in a flash
Still the waiting mother,waits but in vain
Oblivious to her daughter's severe pain
Until the news is brought to light
And it did leave her in such a fright
With melancholy she beholds the cremation
Yeh! Moremi! my only daughter
Has become a fuel for incineration
Lost and vanished in a hungry Fire
Incineration of Love God Madan ( Cupid ) 29
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’ 29
Will You feel contented O’ Lord,
By destroying thine own power,
Created by your own delusion,
Hiding in it, the sweet consciousness.
You have just blessed life, O' Lord,
To my lovely dear husband,
How it will ever prove true,
Ponder over this, O' Almighty God.
The fire of anger is burning,
The form of my poor husband,
How my widowhood can be stopped,
If Your mercy does not protect him Lord.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 1st June 2012
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Intermediate Range Nuclear Forces
(INF) Treaty nixed, asper (gasp) infinite
wisdom (quite unsettling) trumpeting
commander in chief de facto gave green
light, thus signals fasttrack, sans arms
race activating Armageddon churning
noble nuclear warheads damn the (not
so petty) torpedoes full steam ahead,
ramping up military industrial (intelligence
- ha) complex edifice global security
compromised detente tipping point
needle weighs heavily - scale lean
triangulation ratchets dramatic
apocalyptic fear each man knucled
(woman child) arms themselves to
the teeth bombs away doth not leave
mushroom to wiggle free of doom,
the human race on track to extinction
since the commander in chief did
rescind checks and balances on rogue
nations, now issuing free (grab bag)
for all warmongering states to stock
on fire sale of various and sundry
weapons of mass destruction ushering
exponential possibility slight sabre
rattling altercations will kickstart
World War III, but no victors will
emerge cuz every square inch of planet
Earth will be snapping, crackling
and popping with radiation fostering
disintegration, incineration, obliteration...,
among civilization with minuscule probability
no child will be left behind, (nor anybody
else for that matter), yet one need
not be a brain scientist, nor rocket
surgeon to predict the end of the world
as we know it (REM) minding any weekly
reader of TIME magazine, or other
reputable news source (such as Howard
Stern), any moment could deliver every
thing each of us cherish to go to hell in
a handbasket of deplorables) predicated
on the isolationist (nationalistic) posture
our dear leader steers this ship (unwieldy
leviathan) of state into totally tubular
unswerving pulverization!
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 23
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’ 23
Rati* saw her husband burning,
In the fire of God,
In great panic, she ran to Him,
Terrified and trembling.
She prayed the three eyed,
She is becoming orphan,
The expanding fire would destroy all,
Including her beloved husband.
Prostrate at Shankar’s* feet’s,
With deflated pride and ego,
She murmured in weak voice,
To arouse His kindness.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 14th May 2012
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Shankar*- The other name of Lord Shiva the
supreme God of Hindus.
Rati*- Wife of Madan (Cupid) for more details
Of Rati please see Episode 10
Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type atomic
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with15 kiloton blast yield reduced
400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets, the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay (the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy three years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister malevolent
evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful means
maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent
generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only
poorly be described
by this mortal with a curable
bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, moreso
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly than
those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years
of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface
temperatures topping 4,000C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of a mushroom cloud.
Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid
6 of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
English version with some editing by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’
On the peak of Kailas mountain,
Covered with snow white,
Coolness was spreading its charms,
With every gush of wind.
Rivers were flowing with chill,
Through forests and the hills,
Giving nectar to the creation,
Nursing every plant, animal and tree.
The trees and plants were joyous,
Away from the curse of cold,
And were pouring with every gush of wind,
The intoxicating smell to charm anyone.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 26th April 2012
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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid
5 of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
English version with some editing by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’
Through wisdom by concentration,
And strength of will power,
Through knowledge of self,
By the practice of Yoga*.
One fine spring morning,
When the dawn was spreading,
Light, to welcome the Sun,
Her supposed father in law.
And was singing the Spring melody,
In tune with the chirping of birds,
The Cuckoo began her evergreen song,
To worship the love God Cupid.
Ravindra
Kanpur 25th April 2012
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