eyes ears merge with nose and tongue
sadhana on yoga mat becomes a Healing Hat
larks fly through open pane, hark the sparks
rockery abbatial austere watching with autonomy
grass blades gigue in spring’s spritely breeze
long to lavani across sky, teach rootedness keen
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War
Four parts of camber
Cuff colar and back and front
Make the panel ready with the door opens by the matching colors of 8 buttons let's gets down to earth to meet her the queen of dessert she ask me or in her anger to surprise me not wish to come I am so hot will burn the hell
Make the canans ready give me the black clouds of my lungi and let's drink the drunk and drugs of Air smoke of her last kiss into my chilam where is my daughter who is she to give her pain open my hair do some sadhana wait till you my hands hold by the night and the kiss of sandhaya my tounge is trusty my eyes is burning to be not able to find my daughter please give me my baby princess last warning or else boon become a sin shanti om
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
you were down with it the other day
and i bit on a bit of cracked pepper
scrubbing linoleum tiles
doing my Hungarian sadhana
anger and heat mixing with
cold realities
no violins play when no one
is dancing
blue and red are primary colours
that sing with ruffled feathers
and spilled milk
we laugh
at ourselves
like children with dirty faces
and scraped knees, angels with nothing
up our sleeves
passion is a trembling shell
we put to our ears
and night rolls away the stars.....
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