Saturday, 10 August 2013



Clouds are my mind's playmates 
Wafting to the end of the realm. 
Through ethereal voids in raindrop beats. 
Rim jhim rim jhim 

My mind soars on the wings of a swan 
Off and on startled by the lightning 
As if thunder beats the flower spikes in frenzied ecstasy. 
The clamorous chants of rushing torrents 
Calls out and summons to draw curtains.* 

The fiery wind rushes in from the eastern seas 
Tossing & bubbling high waves in the streams 
My mind drifts in its frantic currents 
Drifting through palms and Malabar leaf thickets. 
Among agitated tributaries.

© Translation in English by Deepankar Choudhury

* implies complete annihilation (doom of the world)

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