
To satiate the blind man’s curiosity
Sanjay speaks,
‘ At odd hours of the night
in the city
standing in semi-darkness
the poet is looking at
the garbages thrown in front of the closed shops
smelly raisins gravid with wine
tube lights piercing rotten mangoes
a howling dog
full Moon dominating city lights
an old cab
getting impossible to ignite
coughing in brief intervals
Khyanh…khyaaanh
Swearing filthily
every time as hitting the ignition
the driver getting more adamant
Homeless children sniffing
toxic adhesive
in plastic wrappers
tea stalls and momo stands
emitting clouds of steam
Grains of sand
tik- tok, tik-tok
Drainage pipe
drip-drip, drip-drip
`It is a cheap bargain let’s go
morning almost´,
a cigarette-smelling whisper plea,
`I’ve forgotten where I have come from
nor where must I go do I remember
my name, everything
Lady, I forgot even what you just said
at this age, memory, like all other possessions don’t serve
I beg your pardon ´
`Go to hell´, Yells
the same cigarette voice
Erected is
a towering physic
of a policeman
in front of the poor poet
With the jaw chewing Rajanigandhha
is spitting,` Who the hell are you ´
` A poet´, poetry mews
` A poet is no good than a hunted criminal, get into the van. ´
`No more room sir´, even salary argues
`Three escorts, two thieves, five beggars, where am I going to sit?´
`Get lost´, rajanigandha kisses his cheek, after a hard kick
at his battered ass
Now birds back to their karma
And the horizon in the east is looking reddish
as if the eternal groom putting vermillion at the centre partition of the hair of the bride
`And where are my sons? where are Pandu’s?
irritation of the blind man
never touches Sanjay
whispers,
` Gone old chap….gone…
long since
your wife put on a blindfold on her eyes ‘
` And let me say
Your sons are the emotions
Lord Pandu’s are the senses
and they are at
eternal war my Lord!´
`Ah! Sanjaya heavy feels in my chest
head mine a temple bell
I want my sons to win?´
what am I to do?´
` All of us do that, my lord!´
but if you seek a remedy
handing you the one
would be my pleasure.´
‘ Just repeat
a sacred mantra
as sacred as OM Namah Shivaya. ´
‘ Just repeat
I don’t give a fuck
and keep on repeating
and one day you will
become god.
God never gives a fuck
about anything.´
But the maidens of this palace
are meant to be conceived by them.´
`Those are dreams, my lord!´
`amazing though it might be
even a blind man is capable to dream!´
`Wait no! Only a blind man
is capable to dream.´
twin demons fight
inside the skull of the watcher
as his teeth shine
on the mirrored wall.
`What is going on
at the field of Dharma?´
blind man’s curiosity, perpetual
` The army led by Rama
has won the battle
against the mighty Ravana.
The band of questions, the pyre
The demand for truth, the fire
Sita, refusing the fire test
and then the monkeys
witnessing
the epic separation
`Talk sense o Sanjay
what Rama what fire test!
fire is what that is inside me ´
my sons! Sanjaya!! my sons!!!
you talk about them, could you?´
`How great it would be my Lord
if we could just
talk silence!
`You kept unfolding
past and future only
Present and about my sons
I beg you! ´ blind man the beggar king
`You were never a fuck giver to the present my Lord, your dynasty, your clan, always caught in past and future.
but you wished to
listen then O Lord!´
Fire is what a watcher sees
Fire is what a watcher spits
Drona, cutting his thumb
Eklavya’s necklace
and history ceasing
to be a Guru
Krishna, running fiercely
through the battlefield
followed by
heads dropping like hailstones
and a
mad and red Draupadi
with a bowl in her hand
running, shouting, screaming
filling her bowl with
and drinking
blood
` My sons?´
`All got killed, my lord
yet they will remain forever.
They were here
when you were not.
They were manifested through you
and they will be
When you will be not.
In the future and
in the distant future
Grandest of your sons
the immortals of Kurukshetra.
Time flows
time changes
but on the space
even a tiny dot
can’t be tinged
as change
and space is where
all the shapes are formed.´
` Why am I O Sanjaya
unable to understand
Most of your sayings?´
` That’s because my Lord,
To have eyes,
Not to have eyes,
and to have eyes that can see things through the veil of time,
are three different conditions.
we have a
deep and broad abyss
in between you and me.´
` O Sanjay! Though I don’t have eyes
and seeing I do
through other’s eyes,
I still love this luxury
whatever there is to see
I can buy, borrow, beg or snatch
in this way, I may remain blind
but not ignorant.´
` No seer can communicate
what he saw to a blind man my Lord!
there is no way
to translate
eyes and light
into the language
of darkness.´
` You just define the darkness Sanjaya
I will then understand the light.´
` Absence of light is, O Lord
Darkness,
the darkness needs light
to be formed
as good needs bad.´
` I am only concerned with my sons and their victory, their existence
you made my heart sink
by telling me they are gone
and at the same time
soothed it telling
they are eternal.´
` proof of the existence of
darkness is
never soothing
past, present or future
or distant future
it always fosters the snakes, demons
and ghosts.´
Ghosts in the Era of science dominance
and Zero Illiteracy? ‘
` Yes my Lord
factories will manufacture them
science is not against them
science and education, actually
foster them
beside you
`And they in the distant future? ghosts?´
`Yes my Lord
Your sons
the ghosts
ever-present
listen
robotic hands
squeezing the throats of
men
pregnant with god
at the same time
Brahma the creator himself
chopping off his genitals
so that he is no more lusting
own mind-born daughter
So
one- third of the feminine club
taking deep sigh
as they no longer remain
the victim
and one-third of them are then committing suicide
as
they no longer want to live with
men with
Chopped off genitals
and one-third of them don’t mind
as they already have removed
their wombs
Love and honesty have been declared
the crimes that attract
the capital punishment
rapist and exploiters getting
standing ovation for their past deeds
lovers being executed
as their heartbeats
sound different
and
Buddhas taking tuition classes
from university grads
who later will
put their signature on the certificates
of Buddhahood.’
Here Sanjay concludes by adding,
‘ This is all o lord that is going on
in the land of Dharma
whatever you want will never happen the way you want
and what you want is better not happen.’
And there in the field of Dharma
the blind man still waits for the answers to the questions he never asked
fed up with the answers to the questions he doesn’t care.



यसलाई जीवित राख्नकोलागि तपाइँको
आर्थिक सहयोग महत्वपूर्ण हुन्छ ।

