Pinda-Dana: A Poem

Pinda-Dana
By: Bijay Kant Dubey

Pinda-Dana (A Series of Poems)

Pinda-dana,

Pinda-dana,

Pinda to pinda!

A voyage mystical,

A voyage mythical,

Metaphysical.

Pinda to pinda,

Metamorphosed  body

Crumbling.

Clay transformed

Mingling with,

Disintegrating.

The body of clay

Mingling with dust and ashes

To return back to.

Disintegrating,

Scattering

And crumbling.

The body a pinda

On the return back journey

Lapsing into.

The journey

A pinda to pinda,

A lump of soil to soil ultimately.

The soil as good earth,

The body a part of soil, clay, dust

Returning to dust.

Charred,

Turned to coal

As the burning embers cooled.

Pinda to pinda,

The journey,

The return journey.

The back journey,

The return journey

Back to dormant consciousness.

As the body lapsed into a coma,

Turning insensitive,

Unconscious.

The body returned to,

Returned back to

The core elements.

Soil to soil,

Fire to fire,

Water to water.

Wind to wind,

Spirit to spirit,

The five elements.

The five elements

The body is composed off,

The things elemental.

Soil to soil,

Fire to fire,

Water to water.

Wind to wind,

Spirit to spirit,

Returned it back to.

When the body was burnt

On the pyre,

Funeral pyre.

The decomposed body

About to annihilate

Burnt it, burnt it.

Disintegrating,

Scattering

And crumbling.

Turning into coal,

Ashes

To dust.

And remained it not,

Remained it not

Anything.

Pinda-dana,

Pinda-dana,

Started it the ritual.

The ritual of the dana,

The karta, doer of the kriya-karma

Doing the things.

Carrying out,

Carrying out the process,

Dana ritual.

Offering a handful of food

To the bereaved soul,

Forlorn.

A handful of dana

To the bereaved soul,

The soul hungry and thirsty.

To the soul wandering,

Wailing,

Bemoaning with the wind.

O, a handful of food grains,

A handful of,

Give you, give you!

O, a handful of water,

A handful of

To the soul thirsty, hungry!

Pinda-dana,

Pinda-dana,

The dana of the pinda.

Let the soul,

Soul rest in peace,

Peace.

Let, let the soul

Rest in

Peace.

Bereaved and gone,

Forlorn and deserted

And departed.

Soil to soil,

Water to water,

Fire to fire.

Wind to wind,

Spirit to spirit,

The journey.

Mass to mass,

Matter to matter,

Spirit to spirit.

Body to body,

Earth to earth,

Soil to soil.

O, doer,

Give you, give you

Matter to the soul!

Give you, give you

Water to the soul

Departed!

A handful of,

Handful of

Food grains to the hungry soul!

Food grains,

Food grains

Which but matter too.

Water,

Water as which moistens,

Wets and shapes.

Give you, give you

Food to the soul,

Water to the thirsty soul!

Food grains, food grains

Rolled as pindas, pindas,

The body a pinda. 

O, doer, doer,

Go on, go on

Doing the kriya-karma!

Pinda, pinda-dana,

Pinda-dana,

Invoking and addressing the spirit!

Asthi-Kalasha: A Series of Poems

By: Bijay Kant Dubey

Asthi-kalasha,

Whose asthi-kalasha is this,

Whose asthi-kalasha?

It is, it is the asthi-kalasha,

Asthi-kalasha

Of my mother, my mother.

Whose, whose asthi-kalasha,

Asthi-kalasha,

Whose, whose?

Of my mother, mother,

Of my mother,

Mother?

A small earthen urn,

Urn,

Hanging, hanging by the pole.

A small, small kalasha,

Pitcher

Hanging, hanging by the bamboo pole.

A small pitcher, small pitcher

Containing,

Containing the ashes.

Ashes, ashes of my dead,

Dead mother,

Mother.

A soul left, left forlorn,

Forlorn and bereaved,

Deceased and bereft.

A soul, soul

Bereaved and wandering,

Wandering and wailing with the wind.

Asthi-kalasha,

Asthi-kalasha,

The asthi-kalasha of my mother, mother!

Whose, whose asthi-kalasha,

Kalasha

Is this?

It is, it is of my mother,

Mother,

Mother!

My mother,

My mother,

Mother, my mother!

Asthi-kalasha,

The asthi-kalasha of my mother,

My mother dead and left for!

The asthi-kalasha,

Asthi-kalasha of mother,

My mother!

Hanging,

Hanging by the bamboo pole,

Bamboo pole.

By the bamboo pole,

An asthi-kalasha,

An urn containing ashes.

An asthi-kalasha,

Kalasha, kalasha

Full of bone contents.

A kalasha, kalasha,

Full of ashes,

Ashes, bodily ashes.

Asthi-kalasha, asthi-kalasha,

Full of ashes,

Ashes, bodily ashes.

The body which it matters it not,

The soul which leaves it finally

When the body of flesh and bones goes frail and weak.

The body, body which it is not my own,

The soul, soul which but it transmigrates,

Migrates and it not own.

The body, body which it is not my own,

The body which, which it dies,

Is not ours, ours.

The soul, soul too not own,

Own, but of other domains

Mystical and unknown.

As opened I the door,

The door of my house,

House.

Found I,

Found I the kalasha,

Asthi-kalasha of my mother.

Mother

Hanging,

Hanging by the bamboo pole.

As I opened,

Opened the door of my house,

House one night.

As, as I

One night,

One night.

One lonely,

Lonely and deserted night,

One deep and dark night.

When,

When the world was sleeping,

Sleeping.

The wide-wide world

Stood it lonely and silent,

Manless and deserted.

As, as I,

I one night,

As, as and when.

Opened I the door,

The door of the house,

Found, found I the asthi-kalasha.

The asthi-kalasha

Hanging,

Hanging by the pole.

The asthi-kalasha,

Asthi-kalasha,

Hanging, hanging by.

Mother,

Mother was not,

But her, her kalasha.

Kalasha,

Asthi-kalasha

Hanging, hanging by the pole.

The asthi-kalasha,

Asthi-kalasha

Lay it hanging.

Hanging by

The door,

Door.

When,

When

Opened I, opened I the door.

Of my house,

My house

One midnight.

Midnight

Dark and lonely,

Dark and lonely.

Found I,

Found I

The kalasha.

The kalasha,

The asthi-kalasha

Of my mother deceased.

With the navel,

Navel

Put into.

The navel,

Navel which burnt it,

Burnt it.

Like a diya,

A diya

Glowing with the oil wick.

Lit and lighting,

Lighting

The ways.

A lamp,

A lamp burning,

Burning dimly.

Flickering,

Flickering and flaring

And flaming.

The diya,

The earthen diya

Lighting and lighting.

Under the stars

Twinkling,

Twinkling without answers.

The asthi-kalasha,

Asthi-kalasha

Of my mother, mother.

Dead, dead and gone,

Gone, gone and left for,

Left for the heavenly abode. 

Burnt she on the funeral pyre,

Going into flames,

Flames feeding upon.

Flames, flames,

Fire flames singing,

Singing it the body to ashes.

When the body burnt it to ashes

Reduced it to coal,

Coal and ashes.

The body burnt it completely,

The body

With nothing there as a relic.

But the navel,

The navel kept it burning,

Burning for some time.

Which the cremators,

Cremators

Collected, collected the fire fragment.

To be put,

Put into a small pitcher

Just for namesake.

With the mud

Wrapped, wrapped over the kalasha,

The kalasha earthen and symbolic.

As,

As and when

Opened I, opened I the door.

The door,

The door of my house

Found, found I kalasha hanging.

Hanging, hanging by the pole

Near the door,

The door.

The kalasha,

The kalasha,

The asthi-kalasha of my dead mother.

Mother is not,

But her remains

Contained in the pot.

Which but,

Which but saw I speechlessly,

Dumb-founded and solemnly.

The asthi-kalasha,

The asthi-kalasha hanging,

Hanging by the pole.