Please Help Rebuild Nepal

When everything disappears

My begging bowl appears.

Those quakes of the quake

Will die down.

Those melancholy of the beating hearts

Will die down.

Those speeches of the speakers

Will die down.

Those cry of the beautiful media-faces

Will die down.

But

My bloody hungry stomach

Will keep crying loud.

Who cares?

Who cares those memories

Of quakes, kinks and cry?

When burning stomach

Is the only reality of this calamity

Who cares those

Quakes, kinks and cry?

I’m shining my begging bowl

And rehearsing my catchy pray-

“Baba, a single coin

A single coin, please.”

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Poem: Aftermath of Quakes

Arun Maji

Copyright: Arun Maji

The Whirling Universe

The Whirling Universe

Arun Maji

Copyright: Arun Maji ///

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It’s –

All about Spinning

All about Spiralling

All about Rolling

All about whirling

And swirling.

Earth spins around

Wind spirals up and down

Life rolls back and forth

Water whirls up and down.

Spin is in cell

Spiral is in flower

Roll is in mollusk

Whirl is in blood

Swirl is in star

The Storm

Spirals to life

And spins to death

The Sea

Whirls to life

And rolls to death

The Star whirls to death-hole

Only to

Spin to re-birth again.

Life spins death

And

Death spins life.

Bramha creates

In spiral of his conch.

Vishnu maintains

In wheel of his “’chakra”.

Shiva destroys

In spin of his dance.

Kamini

You and me

Made of clay and soil.

Then- in embrace

We spun and spun

Until we became love

Until we became one

Until we became many.

What is this whirling, Kamini?

Is this God?

Is this love?

Or is this gravity?

Whirl is a circle

It has no beginning

It has no end.

Whirl is swirling

Relentlessly.

On one side

It creates

On another side

It destroys.

On one side-it’s life

On another side- it’s death.

On one side- it’s light

On another side- It’s dark.

In the centre of the spiral

There He is.

We all are spinning and spinning

Around him.

Inward, we reach Him

Outward, we reach His (creation).

Kamini

A flute is –

A circular pipe

With circular holes.

You blow your breath-

You blow your love

You blow your life.

Your love and life

Then whirl and swirl

Inside emptiness of another body-

Until it sings your music.

Your heart cries

The flute cries.

Your heart laughs

The flute laughs.

Whirling is His music

Swirling is His dance

Spiralling is His art

Spinning is His ecstasy

Rolling is His laughter.

Kamini

That whirling music is yours too

That swirling dance is yours too.