Author Archives: tapeshwar

Strange happiness: COVID-19 worn visage

A strange happiness
possessed me
Behind the face mask
Hollow silence of the pandemic night
a balancing act
over my sangfroid form –
The lockdown


The mutilated silence
Hurried its steps
with no dallying time; murky
Near an open grave

These of my
gnarled nights
COVID-19 worn visage
of the dying souls

What strange happiness –
A smooth death
without bloody war


How hurriedly
I open the faucet
To my burning throat
After the toil of the day and the night
And how, more languidly
I try to tap off the water
of its flow
Flowing drop by drop
Mingling the thirst and
my gloomy thoughts, in between;
‘am afraid
if it could yield not to my wounds
and spill
out of the sink
That could clot, and
Dapple in the light of sorrow
The pestilence
Spreading around


After I serve the flowerpot –
Digging the clay with spud
Watering it with the can
Pruning the outgrowth, and crumpled leaves with garden shears or by hands;
Pausing a little while
during the work, and
stretching my neck sky heigh
I contemplate:
“I can hardly able to distinguish,
What is this growth and greenery,
this pruning about” –
Like a patient
Taking his medicine at the hospital bed
and convalescing at home, later on.

It is time for the next patient at the hospital bed

Who could guess the similarities
between the hospital bed and the flowerpot

Where has my plant gone!

Cable for world peace

I drew a rope –
Cables for world peace
to let my thoughts, flow
The Statue of Liberty and The Statue of unity, and more of its similarity
like, what we sometimes see reciprocally
where avians sit
on a high tension wire –
carrying high voltage

what happened by chance –
The wings spread so wide
it touched
both the parallel wires –
Short circuit