Dad:
It scares me
Watching the trlanquility
On the face of my daughter
Sleeping with the cell phone
Lying on her chest.
My multi-cellular organism,
Has it turned into
A single-celled organism
And be reposed at itself?
After much wanderings
Has it got back,
To where it started off?
In many births
I can see
Your limbs shrinking,
Being used lesser and lesser.
You become just a finger and a throb.
Recently I see you
Getting things done
Without going anywhere,
Clearing exams
Without attending classes,
Making transactions
Without going to the bank,
Without fire
Without water
Without grain
You cook,
You reap
Without sowing,
You catch fish
Without getting your hands wet,
You reach everywhere
Without going anywhere,
Without anything
Everything happens.
Making connections sitting idle
Breaking connections sitting idle
Making public places deserted
Making concert places silent
Making labour absurd
Displacing wasted time
And depleted distance
With her finger tips.
What kinship has it got my kid?
On the chest
The magic lamp of Alauddin
Don’t command
Just touch it
For the mantra and the super mantra
Of all extreme hunger
Just whisper.
Daughter, are you pacified?
Daughter:
While crossing the rail
Keenly observing to make sure
That the train was not coming
Through the next track,
My poor father was scattered
By the train that was coming
Through the track he stood.
Don’t you see him
Rolling about on his bed
Unable to sleep?
Dad, life is not a head
One should shoulder.
It is ever shrinking
You are worried about my head
Now a days head slips its head out
From all unwanted things
I do have a head in my hands
That is bigger than the real head.
This morning dad heaved a sigh,
Seeing the selfie I have taken
Covering all at home
And thinking of me
who was just chest-high
And clinging onto daddy.
I appear bigger in the selfie.
In comparison with me
Others looked smaller.
You are as diminutive in it
As you really were in my life
True
Your daughter is pacified
I don’t need your trodden paths
To extend mine.
Your arrears are not my legacy.
You were cursed to life.
We are liberated to life.
Don’t condemn saying
‘Nothing happens’.
What you used for walking
We use for dancing.
We not only desert
Futile public spaces
But activate meaningful spaces.
Dad, the smart ones catch fish
Without getting their hands wet.
This is not a magic lamb
Or mantra or super mantra.
You who were used to dealing with
Submissive ones alone
In all your previous births
Won’t be able to understand this.
This is a much bigger bridge
Than all that you have seen so far.
A bridge that takes you to
different lands.
This is a much higher height
Than all that you have seen so far.
Our Babel !
Don’t you hear everyone speaking
The same language?
Let gods be angry
Who cares?
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