Poem | Body | Inder Salim

 ‘Atta Deepo Bhava’

Be a lamp unto yourself,

Be an island unto yourself -

Said Buddha to Ananda.

Body of Ananda, a desirous aura,
Body called Shareer, Jism, Baddan, Paan,
Body on the roadside, a looking-around-body
A fallen body near upright body,
Body of the bread-seller talking to the
Body, a multitude, a surface, a depth,
Body turns to see a body upon body,
Body resembles body of
Body of a traveler,
Body after a special touch,
Body is not a body, but mist, a fragrance,

Wherever body goes, body accompanies,

Mind takes note of,

Reminds the body, or not even;

Body of the person on the key board,

Body of the person not at a place where mind is,

Wherever mind goes body goes.

This sudden shape and speed of Mind-body-hook.

Body on the back-seat of a vehicle,

Body leaning against another body,

Body in the vicinity of other bodies,

Body , Body, body, another body, 

A noise, a music.

Body of the mourner, a traumatized body,

Dead body’s experience, inherited

By a living body, a difference, a repetition

At a road side, then inside.

Body of a buyer,

Body of the hungry onlooker,

Hunger is the time-code in the body.

A mood, an outline,

Body of the artist drawing

Outline of another body.

Grinding grains of  Time.

“You are a body in another time

Hooked to a Vitruvian body” -

Somebody whispered in my ear.

A Ghazal-numa, a couplet

Refrain to refrain, sound to sound, like

Apartments of a multi-story building.

Body of storekeeper

Body of a worker, body of a master

Body of a mother, body of home-maker

Body of a father, body of a brother

Body of a friend, body of an enemy,

body, body , body, body, body...

Body is always touched, 'manthan' of memories

Cream of which memory layer to surface?

What shines on the skin of a desirous body?

Leaking from a group of bodies,

To enter the existent porous bodies, 

casually in a disproportionate manner, 

Nobody calculates, yet

A programmed body in the universe...