Anubhav Tulasi
An Indian Poet writing inAssamese.
Profession:Gauhati University Teacher
Date of birth: 03.12.1958
Birth place: Tulasimukh,Dist. Nagaon ,State.Assam.
Permanent Address:40,Jayanagar,Maligaon,Guwahati-781011 Assam
Telephone: +913612572298;+919435041169
e-mail:anutul@gmail.com;anubhavtulasi@yahoo.co.in
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Prodigal(a poem)
ReplyDeleteThere they say the cow
Disdains the grass in the backyard
Of its owner’s cottage
And there I left
Judas’s kin
My dear native village long ago
In the prayer of sunflower rain
As the earth-worm writhes
Out of its hole in the ground
It was a festive night
With all the banners tranced in a dance
The drum casting a spell
In tune with the beat of the dancer’s feet
The owl
Hooting cheerfully
And the ghost of the turbaned old noble
Came on a white charger
And carried away
My horn of plenty
It was in another city
I began a strumpet life
Made of snake’s coils
Where the day began
With colourful butterflies
Impaled on the barbed wire
Of trains’ shrieks
Long-tailed kites
On blue skies
The humped camel
Among the thorny desert shrubs
The skeleton only
Of the Pushpabhadra river
Left
Under the glare of the Sun-temple of Modhera
Yet the ape gamboled still
In the distance the jacks
Gave their friendly howl
The peacock spread her fan
The nightingale poured her sad melodies
Which reverberated on the ageless rocks
Across the river at Kanai-Barosi-Bowa
And their echoes have hunted me ever since
To solve the riddle
Of ferrying across the stormy river
The tiger, the goat and the bundle of betel-leaves
So that none could prey on the others
Easy enough game for small crooks
But how to jump out of the bed
As the sails go berserk
And leave under the pillow
Blank paper, colour of dreams
With unwritten words gathered
My being
Only a shaft of warm sunlight
That trickled down pink umbrellas
Down a lovely woman’s cheeks
A bank of clouds
Like a bunch of juicy flying grapes
A whole grain
Among heaps of empty husks
You gave me a pair of cuckoo’s eggs
To smuggle into the crow’s nest
I fed them to my master the serpent
And became his court favourite
The Devil gave me a boon
“You will be a poet one day”
And further gave me
A sackful of poison
To mix with honeyed words
Of a party flunkey
And I tumbled
Of high peaks of carefree bliss
Crashed on dreamy rocks
To become a golden bristle
On a grain of wheat in the field
One day that golden fuzz
Grew wings
Beating my wings
A clumsy flier
I hit against the wall of notes
Overturning it
And heard beyond the forest
Unearthly music
Saw lakers of wild flowers
Flocks of magic deer
And purling streamlets
Alive with dragonflies
Where the Devil fancied my shadow
And bestowed on me
An unvalued chain of smoke
And anointed me with molten tar
The Devil showed me the charm
Of hell-fire’s flames from afar
And knave that I was
I defied my master’s warning
To nestle close to that charm
Only to burn
To cinders
To return
A dead ember
To my old house
On a lonely tired evening
To the sombre beat
Of the prayer-hall’s drum
Tran.
Dr. Hiren Gohain
Sun-temple: It’s a Sun temple at Modhera, Gujarat, by the river Pushbhadra,
known for its intricate stone-carvings. It was built in 1025 A.D.
by Bhimdeva-I, a King of the Solanki Dynasty.
Kanai-borosi-bowa : A stone inscription of the Ahom age on the north bank of the
Brahmaputra,at Guwahati.
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