Just yesterday,
I sat with the Sun
He shared his stories,
of far above
and about the sky
and the wind.
And I talked about you,
and just the smell of you.

आज तुम्हारे शहर में बारिश  है,
और पहली बार उसी वक़्त मेरे शहर में भी,
इस बारिश का जादू कुछ इस क़दर हुआ,
मानो दोनों शहर अब एक ही हैं.
ना दूरी की , ना वक़्त का फ़ासला रहा.

पर दो मकानों के दो कमरों  में सिमटे
हम दो लोग.
भीगे इस बारिश की बूंदों में
जो अब तक खिड़की के  बाहर थी,
अलग अलग शहरों की.

उस तड़प का, उस विलाप का
यह कोई उपाय तो नहीं,
पर एक जैसे एहसास का उमड़ना
काफ़ी  है.
एक सी मिट्टी की महक़, और बारिश का  शोर.

अब जैसे मैं अनायास ही  तुमसे कहता हूँ, की
फिर जब  मैं तुमसे मिलूं
तुम बारिश लेके आना.

There is a motionless tree
there is another that moves forward
                a river of trees
pounds at my chest
                The green swell
of good fortune

You are dressed in red
                you are
the seal of the burning year
carnal firebrand
                star of fruit
I eat the sun in you

                The hour rests
on a chasm of clarities

The birds are a handful of shadows
their beaks build the night
their wings sustain the day

Rooted at the light's peak
between stability and vertigo
                you are
        the diaphanous balance.

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.

Perhaps to love is to learn
to walk through this world.
To learn to be silent
like the oak and the linden of the fable.
To learn to see.
Your glance scattered seeds.
It planted a tree.
     I talk
because you shake its leaves.

My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further ******
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body.

The water hollowed the stone,
the wind dispersed the water,
the stone stopped the wind.
Water and wind and stone.

The wind sculpted the stone,
the stone is a cup of water,
The water runs off and is wind.
Stone and wind and water.

The wind sings in its turnings,
the water murmurs as it goes,
the motionless stone is quiet.
Wind and water and stone.

One is the other and is neither:
among their empty names
they pass and disappear,
water and stone and wind.

Remeber you're not here to eat
You're here to survive
You're fat I know
And that's alrite

Get on your feet
and do the drill
Since too long
You've been chill

It's now or never
or you'll lose control
So push it my friend
And don't be an *******

You think you know
Where you're headed
Just look around
And you'll dread it

You're not in pain
And you think it's good
Get on your feet
and be worthy of the food

For too long
You went with the flow
It's time now
To rise
Shine
And glow