Don’t you get tired,
lifting the rainbow ever
to keep it in my view?

Won’t you be tired,
ever flashing a rose-smile
and gathering me
time and again ?

Love, for a moment today
let your smile rest.
Let cuckoo sing your voice.
For you today
from Indra
I have brought a rainbow.

For you today
from the garden
I have brought a flower. You, My Creation

The words came.
Unable to express you
they returned wordless.
Colors appeared paired with alacrity.
Unable to be painted on you
They found themselves drab
and vanished .
Ah! I do not wish anyone
to see the image of you in me.
Even if the night with infinite magnitude
drapes my eyes,
I want not
any darkness bar my eyes.
Painting the wholeness of my vision
in the lapses of divinity,
your image that I have made
I do not want to show
even God.
Ah! Not even to yourself.

I won’t hide you in my heart.
You will be found upon unfolding it.
Nor will I keep in the ocean of my eyes
You will be revealed
when any Agasti quaffs it.
I won’t hide you anywhere.
I keep you in the particles floating about.
None will see you
except me.
I see you unmistakably
in stone,
in soil,
in the darkness as well as in light.
I see you instead of myself too.
God too can not view my creation.
May be by mistake,
he gave his eyes to me.
And in my eyes
He lit a diyo that never goes out.

WHY SHOULD MY WORLD RESEMBLE YOURS?

I live in illusion.
Don’t dismantle the walls
of my illusion.
Stepping on them
I fly off to touch the moon and stars.

Don’t mould my flat world
into deceptive round.
You have no such rights.
It’s you who are in illusion, not me.
My world is not round, not in the least.

If ever you get lost
in your world,
do enter the premises of my illusion.
No one gets lost here.
In my flat world,
wherever you wander,
you come across a frontier.

HUNGER

In this Himalayan district
everything you eat is digested.
But there is nothing to eat.
Only hunger is eaten to
everyone’s fill.
And it’s that hunger,
which is not digested.

THE DOLL'S FAREWELL

My beloved doll
I am grown up.
Now I no longer play with you.
You are free.
You are no more the doll
that dances to my tune.

I know
you come to life
only when you are in someone’s hands.
Freedom is your death.
My beloved doll,
I am bound to walk past this moment.
I will repent one day
for playing with your life.
I too am perhaps
a doll of the tortuous course of my life.

Eh, my darling,
I am grown up.
I am setting you free.
Dear,
If you can, pardon me.
Please keep on waiting.
May be one day,
a new pair of tender hands
will again breathe life into you.

THE MOON'S LIGHT

Moon, you are the king
of the entire sky, no doubt
but you don't allow
the stars to shine.

I wonder if you know
the stars are bigger,
and brighter than you.
They possess their own light.
But you light the sky
with someone else's light.

The stars are higher than you;
they have a number of friends around them.
You remain alone in the sky.
Who is there to give you a company?
There's a shadow of gloom even in your smile.

During the new moon
the light too deserts you.
The stars do not have new moon.
They have their own light.

GOD'S ANGUISH

I have seen
a number of parents
agonized and anguished
for not being able to provide
their children with
food, clothes and happiness.

If there is a god
to look after this world,
as we believe,
how agonized he must be!
How anguished he must be!