Kaun Thagwa…

On a cot made of sandalwood, the bride lay.
Get up, dear friend, adorn the parting
of my hair! The bridegroom is upset with me.
Along came King Death, climbed up on the bed.
Tears broke from eyes.
Four people got together, lifted the cot-
Smoke, smoke in all directions.
Kabir says, listen seekers, friends,
all ties to the world
have dropped away.

translated by Linda Hess


Kaun Thagwa

Kaun thaguva nagariya lutal hochandan kaath ke banal khatola,
tha par dulhin suthal houtho sakhiri mang savaro
dulha mose ruthal hoaaye jamraja palang chadi baitha,
nayanan asunva asunva thutal hochaar jane mil khat uthayin
chahun disi ghaon ghaon uthal ho

kehat kabira suno bhai sadho
jag se natha tutal ho

The Bath

Love in the Bathtub

Years later we’ll remember the bathtub
the position of the taps
the water, slippery
as if a bucketful of eels had joined us …
we’ll be old, our children grown up
but we’ll remember the water sloshing out
the useless soap,
the mountain of wet towels.
‘Remember the bathtub in Belfast?’
we’ll prod each other

~Sujata Bhatt


(Source: Fifty greatest modern love poems -http://goo.gl/Mvfjrp)



Breasts are bubbles, rising
In wet marshlands

I watched in awe — and guarded —
Their gradual swell and blooming
At the edges of my youth’s season

Saying nothing to anyone else,
They sing along
With me alone, always:
Of Love,

To the nurseries of my turning seasons,
They never once forgot or failed
To bring arousal

During penance, they swell, as if straining
To break free; and in the fierce tug of lust,
They soar, recalling the ecstasy of music

From the crush of embrace, they distill
The essence of love; and in the shock
Of childbirth, milk from coursing blood

Like two teardrops from an unfulfilled love
That cannot ever be wiped away,
They well up, as if in grief, and spill over

~ Kutti Revathi

(Translated by N Kalyan Raman)

(Source: Fifty greatest modern love poems -http://goo.gl/Mvfjrp)



The Swan will take flight one day…(Ud jayega hans akela…)

The inevitability of death and poignant context set in this Kabir Bhajan always stirs disquiet yet settles  me each time I hear it. It’s not only the lyrics but the soulful rendition by Kumar Gandharva that sends me tripping.  In this performance, the singer and the song have become one…The lyrics, the rhythm and the cadence, the tone, the mood, everything comes alive with deeper and newer meanings…

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Thomas Sankara::”While revolutionaries as individuals can be murdered, you cannot kill ideas.”


What an inspiration! His life gives such a big hope that even bleakest circumstances and social decadence cannot stop good people from being born. His assassination also proves that we can’t take such providence for granted.

The cynic in me died just knowing what he spoke and what he did. Hear this-

He was really bold-

  • He sold off the government fleet of Mercedes cars and made the Renault 5 (the cheapest car sold in Burkina Faso at that time) the official service car of the ministers.
  • He reduced the salaries of well-off public servants, including his own, and forbade the use of government chauffeurs and 1st class airline tickets.
    • He redistributed land from the feudal landlords to the peasants. Wheat production increased from 1700 kg per hectare to 3800 kg per hectare, making the country food self-sufficient.[6]
  • He opposed foreign aid, saying that “he who feeds you, controls you.”[6]
  • He spoke in forums like the Organization of African Unity against continued neo-colonialist penetration of Africa through Western trade and finance.[6]
  • He called for a united front of African nations to repudiate their foreign debt. He argued that the poor and exploited did not have an obligation to repay money to the rich and exploiting.[6]

“Thomas knew how to show his people that they could become dignified and proud through will power, courage, honesty and work. What remains above all of my husband is his integrity.”

— Mariam Sankara, Thomas’ widow [1]
  • In Ouagadougou, Sankara converted the army’s provisioning store into a state-owned supermarket open to everyone (the first supermarket in the country).[1]
  • He forced well-off civil servants to pay one month’s salary to public projects.[1]
  • He refused to use the air conditioning in his office on the grounds that such luxury was not available to anyone but a handful of Burkinabes.[7]
  • As President, he lowered his salary to $450 a month and limited his possessions to a car, four bikes, three guitars, a fridge and a broken freezer.[7]

Here is a very long yet very interesting biographical video-