The Sanyasi Pigeon And Brahmi

THE SANYASI PIGEON AND BRAHMI THE STAR

 

One day a 'Sanyasi' pigeon

Dressed in a grey and white 'sari'

Took along her 'jhola' to turn instead a renowned musician

Of 'Ever Ever Land'

Full of singers, musical instruments and musicians

She met a 'Brahman' along the way who promised to teach

Her how to sing

She cooed till the zenith of summer

Yet cooed she till date

Practising to be a superior musician called 'Renunciate'

However she couldn't pronounce a syllable

Of the 'Yogi Brahman's' holy murmur……

"Om Om Om"

Said she 

"Kutargooh kutargooh kutargooh….." instead!

 

Having attained the fourth and last stage

As a 'Sanyasi' mendicant

She grew wings that spread far out the land

So sweetly flowing full of honey and milk

Like an ambitious little beggarish mendicant

Soon found the piano keys

Hard as 'Alternative Rock' to play

For they were black and white stones and pebbles

Of the shores at bay

She tried playing its keys Alas! Were not of ivory in vain

Whilst waves 'Rocked and Rolled' along shores of the bay!

 

Now she tried her hand at 'Tabla'

The drums, 'Dafla' or 'Dholak'

Were indeed the roof top shingles

Where her feet did tap and dance

The music of the pigeons strutting

By dawn, noon or dusk

Still she could not get into its 'Hip Hop rhythm' and complained

Her dainty feet had turned sore

Tap tapping 'Bergamasca Slow Waltz' in vain instead 'Bharatnatyam'

Whilst strutting fan tailed Gentlemen Pigeons

 From far west Bergamo, Lombardy Italy

Pecking and cooing ardently

Instead 'Kabootar's' from local 'Sangeet Natak Academy' way South!

She'd love exchanging places!

 

So she turned to trumpet

As loudly as the horns of cars, Lorries, buses and trucks

That passed by the subway and the highways

Even buildings down busy streets

The conductor 'Instrumental' to the orchestra's success

However couldn't beat the Trumpeter bird

As it echoed through nearby valleys

Resounding like bugle horns or 'Shehnai'

Of a 'Musical Theatre'

 

Now tried she the 'Harmonium'

With bellows of the wind

That her wings practiced to wave in and out

She flapped each gloriously

However it was not the very best

For she couldn't use them to paddle at sea

Like a musician's dream boat

Rowing happily and harmoniously

'Jazz, Rhythm and the Blues!'

 

Soon she rested her feet atop a cathedral instead

There she saw from the belfry

Bells to play the church organs

However the bells rang only songs of angels instead

And not her tune….. 'Country music' 

Which was 'SA, RE, GA, MA, PA, DA, NE, SA'

 

So she tried to backwards flip herself in air

Just like a reverse butterfly stroke

To a 'Sadhu' nearby

Who had a rather large 'Sitar'

And practiced rapping 'SA, NE, DA, PA, MA, GA, RE, SA'

However while listening to him play

Absorbed by his tunes strumming the chords of his 'sitar'

The 'Sanyasi' Pigeon was jolted by the circuit chords that ran

In and out the streets

Of cables, TV's and electric poles

Outside the lawn on the electric lines

 She almost bolted to 'Electronic dance music'

Called 'Technotronic'

The orange 'sadhus' who taught her to sing as they

Wearing holy 'Rudraksha' beads

Still practiced chords on their 'sitars' quite unperturbed

By the disturbance in air

 

She then thought of a 'Mandolin'

Those only were on the streets at night

The promenade were filled with musicians

To her delight

Every Saturdays and Sundays

The 'Mandolin' however was too big and enormous

For her to tackle

And looked indeed like a body builder 'Mazboot'

 Or 'Bali Bajrangbali's' barbells

Quite out of reach

'Techno and Funk!'

 

So she took to learning a snake charmers 'Bansi' flute

However as it panned the 'Been' pipe

Like an icing in the cold air

A great gust of wind emerged from its 'Tumbi'

And out its woven straw basket

Instead of a charming cobra

Flickering a slithery 'Disco Trance' snake dance

Were hundreds of mice gnawing

At her threadbare 'jhola'

Scarcely waiting any more time

She decided to learn 'Cello, Violin and Guitar'

 Good riddance to 'Bansi, Been or Pungi!'

 

The 'Cello' were as salty chords as a scar reef

The 'Guitar' like an open hole in the bark of a tree

She didn't at all seem to catch their footnotes

While tap tapping neither with a plectrum, reed or leaf

So she followed 'Trance Music' played by a 'Violin'

Whilst the cunning 'Violinist' a cat

Promised to teach the lady 'Sanyasi' Pigeon

To practice with a bow

Alas! Was too dangerous a cat's cradle she learnt

Fiddling with bow his funny cat's whiskers

Turned the 'Sanyasi' pigeon into his supper bowl

As he fluidly and constantly played with bow 'Heavy Metal'

"Mee-oww….Mee-oww"

Her obituary notes

Gobbling up the sweet 'Sanyasi' Pigeon

 

And that my dear folks still is not the end

For she was absorbed into the sky

As 'Brahma Star'

A universal soul or a penance 'Yogini'

Balancing by far all the musical notes she learnt

In her simple 'jhola' of birdy num num seeds, keys, chords and notes!

And of course the funny Cat's cradle!

 Of an 'Opera'

 

The funny Cat's cradle the cat said was his

Obituary moon 'Violin'

As skilfully with a bow of horse hair he played

Even the 'Harmonica and harp strings'

The cherubs tried to teach

Askance with the noise made by the

Musicians

The 'Yogini Brahmin'

Still practiced everyday 

To be a famous musician!

'Soul and classical!'

Now of the 'Ever Ever Skies' far beyond!