Ganesh Chathurthi

the drum and the drummer
fused into
hearbeats and drumbeats
drumbeats and heartbeats
within without
one hypnotic trance

the revellers sway
cymbals crash
intoxicated dancers
unending chanters

the idols ride in splendour
a watery grave awaits
the throngs in wild abandon
celebrate the deity's farewell

i watch from my window
a distance very near
i see him wink
as his potbelly sinks
into the muddy pond
by the busy street

nameless

i'm a stranger to my name
i see the letters strung
together a name
that's what they call
but whom do they hark

how do you name
a river of thoughts
constantly changing course
carving new beds
drying some old

the tag that binds
one constricting body
i go by no name
how can i
there is no i

writing

the words aren't mine
neither is the vision
in a moment of blessing
they appear
and then i am empty
gliding through existence
the sands of time
shifting spaces

the oasis appears again
to quench my thirst
the mirage
is my finding it