In this beautiful world, I have no desire to die,
I wish to live in the midst of men.
In this sunlight, in the flowering forests
In the heart of all living things may I find a place
Incessant is the play of life across the earth
With its perennial waves of union and separation, laughter and tears.
Weaving songs from the sorrow and happiness of man
I wish I might build an immortal realm.
Or failing this, I hope I can claim a seat
Amongst you for as long as I live
Composing songs like flowers that blossom ever afresh
For you to gather in the morning and noon.
Accept these flowers with a smile, and then alas!
Cast them aside as they fade and die.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Saturday, October 04, 2014
That she comes home again
Led by the lamp set for her
On the terrace by her beloved.
A lamp set by her beloved
Who lies asleep by the lamp
On his favourite armchair,
With a heart heavy with woe.
Dressed in red like a bride
With jewels all glittering
And eyes dancing with love,
She comes close to him.
She kisses his sleeping face
And caresses his stubble,
She runs her fond fingers
And plays with his soft hair.
She hums a delightful tune,
With a lamp in her brown hands,
“Where shall I put my lamp?
Where shall I set my heart?”
"I set my eyes on you once,
I haven't had any thought since,
You lit my life with your love
It was the monsoon of love".
The lamp goes out, dawn breaks
He sighs and smiles in his sleep,
But she leaves without any trace,
Only in his dreams and sad eyes.
Thursday, October 02, 2014
You and I were the best together
Those who spoke without words.
We could hear each thought
And read the hurt whenever.
So alike in nature that each
Would suffer than confess love.
One day of absence was like eons,
One look enough to warm a day.
The good things were too good,
The bad never even known.
There were no barriers to climb,
Only our reticence to love.
There was only love and life,
With the life-spirit to guide us.
There was harmony and peace,
Like the blend of river and sea.
Magic like fire and water,
Miracle of the best possible life.
Still we said no magical words that turned
The disparate you and me into us.