SUBHASH BABU.V

YETHI

A book without black alphabet.
A device, as a symbol of
Birth-cord, connect to cycle of Life.
Own specs, for reading white.
A body of sex.
Music.
Meditation
Blood
Forgiveness.
Truth
Clean foot.

Nature made this man with the color of Himalaya.
A place to explore.for us .
A meditation to de-concentrate into nature.

II

Can we see a big moving foot in a sunshine Dandhi ?
Can we see a whitish big moving foot in a darkish Nawkhali ?
We need not see this saint’s foot becoming bigger at Himalaya.

However,
his Himalaya-foot is big.
Our Visible Yethi.
Its time to ignore the mythical Yethi.

ET TU BRO…

Somewhere on the path of living
his speech was withered away.
May be vanished at a juncture;

though Covid dramatized it in another way later by mask,

it was long ago, when a mother gorilla was killed and eaten,

while guerilla warfare was on path.
His toy-friend,
now the grown up son of gorilla,
blessed by oblivion, was lying in death bed.
Surprisingly it uttered,
“ Bro…..”
“ Bro…..”
The man was in tears !
“ Et tu bro….”

Echoed the mother gorilla’s words as knife was pierced long ago.

ll

Death contaminative palms ,
pseudo glove of sky blue writings ,
appeared as ghostly;
and merged with palms as part of body.

Inseparable.
Now,

Nature densely waving around them motherly.
Man’s weeping bosom was waving with Nature.

Thus,

Son gorilla was trying to remove the long boot before his eyes were closing.

HIMALAYA

 Himalaya is not a place.
Not a place to visit.
Whoever visited may not be seen Himalaya
as its far from sight.
Himalaya is unreal.
You can’t see it.

*

Himalaya is a place
where blood is within,
flows along with river as perpetual ritual.

In the life-flows
without climbing steps
sometimes You may reach
a place-
Himalaya;

where you breath serenity of being.
But you can’t see
as its not meant to see.
You can’t sit
as its not meant to sit.
And you can’t close eyes
as its not meant to meditate;
because, you carry Himalaya
and you links it to all beings
where you are in solitude
in the midst of plenty
in the mounting silence.

*

Himalaya,
heights of ice

not able to enjoy eternal silence by itself.
Its not a place to visit.
Its you,
where blood is within.

GOD CREATED BUDHA TOO

Earth devoid of violence-
it’s unreal !

Creatures do find prey in ecosystem.

Unknowingly .
Without prejudice.
The prey has to accept

.
It’s the ordeal .
The system.
The symphony.
When his 6th sense opened,
a weeping was accompanied.

His own symphony was spreading to eternal time and space;

not with bliss,
but with a color of blood and smell.

……………
……………
……………
What to do ?
Walked and walked and walked….
And vanished;

where the sky and primordial water dance as one;
leaving a Buddha face in between his own footprints.

HIS STORY

Everything invisible, behind the
doors of open history; though
white washed by historians, while
gesture of black boots dominate.
For example:
Discussion on partition of country,
Civilized rape with innocent dark ladies,
DNA transformation-tech for making whitish skin,

etc., etc.,are

happen behind the closed doors, witnessing
by the inevitable heavy black boots .

Black boots.
Closed doors.
White wash.
Openly repeats itself.

ll

Thus,
he written his story;
by filling black soil of alphabets,
by planting bonsai of banyan in to
his own shining black boots–
a boot made of skins of living flesh bodies.
His doors were thus automatic and it closed itself.

But,

his white soul stayed on the door, spreading
white presence all over; and
tolerantly has waited for someone
to bang by bare foot on
his own open white chest wide.

FEATHER TOUCH

They both plucked off
their feathers themselves; and
thrown in to the water, as they
failed to write a
feather touching love story
for their rainbow wings.

*

Feathers taken for scientific tests,
water taken for scientific tests, and
all sciences from atom to cosmos evidenced nothing.

*
However,

Water is not decaying by feathers,
feathers are not decaying by water.

*
Ganga pollution-
an illusion!

SUBHASH BABU.V is a poet from Kerala, writes in English, has poetry collection of poetry in his credit.