That, which is reborn

A plight, equivalent
or deep as
searching
for seabirds on the desert sands.

A blind nymph
looking for red flowers
to adorn
her top knot.

Promising worlds, around
unknown scripts.

The enigma of
a half- frozen smile
still remains.

Even whence, ripples
consume water, the resplendent moon
desires to see
its reflection, in a singular form.

Journeys begin, where
roads end, mumbles
chords of a folksong.


Translated by Divya Rajan

A fictitious tale

The play was enacted
long since. Garbs
have come off.
Audience has dispersed. Yet,
here I'm, still on the stage,
searching
for something, that
hasn't been lost.

Here,
I 'm the character and the seer.
More.
I'm the fictitious tale
that was lost, when
the two morphed, emerged
as one.

Translated by Divya Rajan

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