Aathmaanaam: Translations from Heaven and Hell

The other side On the ground me       on the wall lizard Of the hanging lamp       dancing shadows Fading sounds      in the evening darkness Heard faraway     child's cry Heard in the darkness     pipe's seep In the room on the air     colorful insects flying in between     the split second In the embracing darkness     smilingly floating in the sky      pattern of dots Between the      cyclic displacement On the ground me       on the wall lizard

A line on the paper Cris-cross lines you draw one by one one hundred thousand ten thousand a lakh ten lakhs a crore ten crores hundred crores more and more with all their nature you have drawn them No other way After that you draw small and big lines even them as above You come to a confusing conclusion For all in the end will there be no lines like your white paper at the beginning But even on the white paper without us knowing there will be some Cris-cross lines

A poem for nothing Tell me about your friends I will tell you who you are said a great scholar I said Tell me about yourself I will tell you about your friends The way he blinked would have swallowed that blink How does it matter who you are How does it matter who I am Unnecessary questions Unnecessary answers Without proving anything just be quiet

The Habit With the square I got I was learning to walk legs got powerful with the walking happiness grew Knowing my friendship a few animals explained can't even walk on roads he walks inside a square eh am i with a hundred snakes for a hundred days my legs my walk routine my square

The Question Waking up in the morning the squirrel that prances for a hunt where does it sleep at nights on the flower branch bed or on the riverbed slope or on the square circle angled alleys and pontus For sure they will be in hundreds these squirrels are not one with their childish faces with their child like hands they enjoy and eat this About what do they dream of apart from food and sleep

The Invitation On the second floor - at the attic near the single window me with myself eating food Nearby on the neem tree branch a crow called Thinking whether ancestors or deities I placed a morsel of rice outside Rice by rice the crow flew away I do not know whose ancestors they were Note : An ordinary man with extraordinary deeds

At this moment the old and the new Amazed at the grassland dewdrops of love For the questions intriguing the mind the answer is present in the sea foam's aerospace Note : After a drink if you need to read love come here