Saturday, December 12, 2009


This evening longs to meet me.
In her dusky countenance,
Conceals a maelstrom of my own darkness.
And I, a docile child, spreading arms,
Hoping to survive or metamorphosed.

Hazardous journey now
Palpitates me not-
What havoc the roaring store in?
I've given no thought.

How many centuries have died undone?
My procrastination 
Even to take a barbiturate
-To have a wink; thinking,
This sixty - watt bulb or electric tube
May not get fused.
(I checked everything meticulously.)

How many centuries have died undone?
While listening to the music,
With tears in eyes -
Fighting some imaginative battles of life,
The pillow under the head
Gets wet..and a dream, after defeating me,
To other world of impossible, flies.

I was to lock the Pandora Box.
Only didn't know its place…
but every room and every corner had a sunlit sky
Then it opened my third eye
And you know !!!
'Every sun has to die !'
Why not to put out this light
And to see myself in centre of my own light…

Thus, I've reached the box.

It's therefore, I say -
Time always chased me
Barefeet and bareheaded
Only this time arrested… after a long strife.
To be ready and waiting with open arms
Hoping to survive or metamorphosed or de-armed.

For death ,I care not
It will die if I do
It will never die …if I'm undone.


JoseAngel said...

Hamlet keeps on brooding after many centuries, with an Indian touch! So Oscar Wilde was right when he said that Shakespeare turns us all into Hamlets - he saddens the world. But ain't it good to get that sadness out in a poem, and let it stay there. By the way, Navdeep, maybe it's me, but I keep detecting something that David Lodge would call "The influence of T. S. Eliot on Shakespeare"! Do you think so, too? This comes from an extremely funny novel, "Small World", have you read it? It's a must for academics... Here in the poem I like most of all the way it's like a Hamlet lifted out of time, thinking all his monologues together in a moody mood, and at the same time it makes me think of the memorable final reflection before the duel with Laertes. Well, congratulations for the poem.

Navdeep Sihra said...

Thanks JoseAngel!
I m not sure if I got what you meant by " the influence of T.S.Eliot on Shakespeare" could you please elaborate it a little. Yeah its true that I have the influence of both writers on me -lightness of style and profundity of thought.
And I will definitely read this novel you mentioned.:)

JoseAngel said...

Well, it's a very funny novel, you'll have a GREAT time, believe me. There's an academic there who writes this thesis, "The influence of T. S. Eliot on Shakespeare", which sounds silly, but it's justified: once we know Eliot, we read Shakespeare differently. That is, later authors change the way we read earlier ones, and thus change their significance for us.

Navdeep Sihra said...

Yeah that happens!
This belief finds an echo in T.S.Eliot too who, in "Tradition and Individual talent", says that an author's significance lies in his relation to the past tradition. But in the same breath,he says, the new works DO compel a modification of the tradition as well and on the arrival of a new work, the traditional Monuments, which form an ideal order, are shaken from their places. That means, the present also Influences the past :)

Navdeep Sihra said...

And the book "Small World" is on the top priority in my reading list. :)