I think loving you is like
Indian summer
So warm
And beautiful
And gone so quickly
You do not cherish
The sunlight hours
But kiss me hello
When I am falling asleep
Beneath the stars

Sixteen letters
Two words
Is it
Too much to ask
of a people
That colonized worlds
And destroyed civilizations?

Let it slither
On your tongue
Let it glide
Down your throat
Until it rests
Close to your heart

Breathe it in
Until it dissolves
Into the crimson
That runs in your veins
And flows
Beneath your skull
Into your mind

For too long
I’ve cowered
Inside a cave of nicknames
And excuses

If you can pronounce
Daenerys Targaryen
You can say
My name

Wrote
Seed
Ten times.
Dug in
Nine of them.
(One
Fell on
The rock.
I saw
You count
Even
Before
The poem
Started.)

I wrote
Water
And poured
On its foot.
I wrote
Organic Manure
And put it
there,
But it
smelt
Furadan.

Leaves
Leaves
Leaves
Leaves
Leaves
Leaves
Leaves
Leaves

Before I
Wrote
Leaves,
I placed
A board
Saying
Don’t Touch Leaves.

Butterflies
Who cannot read
Fluttered
Around
everywhere.

I was
About to write
Flowerflies
Flowerflies
Next.

Butterflies
Got in
Between.

At midnight,
After the rains,
I spread my wings
And flew across
The wide road
Without any company
And there,
Was this board.

Sparrow trading

That’s good.

Trading sparrows.
Trading birds.
Birds to be sold.

I decided
To troll
Ravishankar aka Ra Sh
As a translator
And Babu Ramachandran
Aka Alberto Caeiro.

I entered
The Sparrow Factory.
The Bird Market.
Wholesale trading centre of birds
Without ringing the bell.

I did not want to
Wake up
Even a single little sparrow,
So,
I stepped in
Without a sound
Or even a thought.

There was no bird
At the gate
The watchman
A retired soldier
Snored.

I moved on.
There was no one.

Where did those two cat eyes go?

I pushed
The window
Open
Gently
And looked in.

A lad
Fast asleep
Breaking all grammar
In some unknown language.

Brother, brother
I called
Without the birds hearing it.

That
Unknown language
Blinked awake
And walked up to me.

I felt so sad for him.

I asked,
Softly,
Weighed down by guilt.

Birds?

He said.

Birds gone loose.

Birds gone loose?

Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose. Birds gone loose.

Every human being
On this universe
Sang
In many languages.

That
Birds gone loose.

Nothing more to say.

*You too can try these three things. Except going in search of those birds that have gone loose.

Kuzhur Wilson
Translated by Anand Haridas

चाहत न है अब किसी की, न किसी से ऐतबार की तमन्ना है,
ये दिल निठल्ला हो चुका है, इसने आशिक़ी के मायने जो भूला दिये हैं,
थाम के बैठ गया सांसो को उड़ने का जो मन नही,
बेपरवाह किसी के इश्क़ में मचलने की आरज़ू अब नही,
गुंजाइश नही रखता किसी से अब मैं वफ़ा की,
मेने मेरे दायरे जो सिमटा दिये हैं,
बहुत कोशिश की थी खुद को समझाने की, बहलाने की,
पर अब नहीं,
नही हो पाता, जो बीत चुका उससे कैसे लड़ पता,
खिलोना थोड़ी न था, टूट गया, जोड़ लिया, फ़िर खेल लिया, फिर टूट गया तो जोड़ लिया,
अरे ये दिल है हाड़ मास का बना हुआ है,
भावनाओ से ओतप्रोत ये भी दुखी हुआ है,
चलो इसको भी दलीलें दे दी,
समझाइशे भी दे दी,
ये नही करेगा अब किसी से ऐतबार, इसको भी हमने धमकीया दे दी ।।

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Today  is  tomorrow's  
fourth night.



Believe  it  or
    not
Yesterday   has  had
flowers   to  gift  you.




      Hence   the  coming
           season   of  February
would  be   very

    nasty!



       Believe   it  or  

                  not
Tomorrow's   tomorrow
would   be my
first   guest.


  Let  him  permit
to  fly   winter-kites
on   Indian  sky.