Aathmaanaam: Translations from Heaven and Hell

Time The street that my legs walked on has become a whore The shacks hiding the bricks gloss in the lime The walls that veil like a loincloth invite loudly The cowardly leaders with their birthday garland, crown and smile mock at the the people With the advertisements of fake world class movies bouncing the thumb finger, shedding blood the stones that kissed have sunk in the soil. The street sand that I walked on today, the animals that were born before and after me get grounded by vehicles and have become soft like facial powder On the street I walk just by arranging human legs sucking on the poisonous air

Water and Land The sea tries bouncing and colliding to wrap the sand within it's blue Saree with great love and affection The sandy rock - stands as a mountain Even if this is three parts of the one this is not a water orb but a sand orb

Again and again Saying and saying again words inebriate Writing and writing again letters die In the confused mind letter and word The things lying on the trash midden become sentences What is the philosophy that all these words explain What is the secret that all these words present in the air say The disciple the guru again and again On the guru's lips again and again The disciple disappeared transforming into the guru

Poem Untitled This poem how it will end where it will end is not known It will not end planned this I know When it ends the existing me (If existing) is he is the one who existed in the beginning Why this question aimed at who With the hope that I will eat dinner tonight I will exist here A belief even like this could exist The yesterday that existed was with darker moments for me Their frog voices are being heard frequently when not knowing how to ignore them in distress The noises of the event tear apart the eardrum Tomorrow as a light of sea will grab the eye The heart says here here and beats

That which is asked That which is not asked From the world I expect love mercy   humanitarianism understanding emergence of truth and more others You are expecting too much from the world says the human race I am not asking for a job not asking for food not asking for a place to live I ask only one thing ... I am different  ...You are different ... is a lie Me and you are the same realize this that's it

Outdated Today's day is forgotten Today's date is forgotten Today's month is forgotten Today's year is forgotten Only the vehicles moving on the road tell that this is twentieth century Only that being said again and again has frozen in memory Otherwise the same chariot festivals consecrations priests princes in the names of ministers* property disputes parting families competition jealousy animosity war mania death threats democratic dictatorship law books human rights in deep sleep instability To forget the grief magazines cinema astrological and  religious magazines Why this poetry for which citizen For the dog that prattles under my feet Still my hope has not diminished Still some more love is left Note : * What does this line mean?

Peace Peace - 2 My first absurd poem got published Scratching the wind, a tiger Poor people were sleeping in the cinema sheds Slowly I reached the gate The pickle jar and the salt jar lay nearby in peace All the arrows shot kissed the land and came back into the quiver The commander came with an entourage to loot our temples We need a new leader ... Hue and Cry everywhere in silence