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Friday, February 10, 2012

Poem


A Crescent arrives,
Hinting a full moon.

A full moon, 
At whose sight, 
My mind goes restless.

Sighting a shadow, 
thinking it to be you,
This heart,
Lets out a lightening.

~~~

Where is My poem,
The one I wrote in my dreams.
Did it melt in my eyes,
Or did the Dawn wipe it away.

Find me my poem now,
Or at least return me my dream.


~~

In the evenings' dusk, 
In the by-lanes of my mind,
I search for the lost face.

In the tarred streets,
That melt in the heat,
The love-lorn flower withers.

With each drop of rain
Shed from A cloud,
I search for you,

In the breaking waves,
I search in pain,
For the lost love..

If I see your beautiful face once,
Satisfied I will be, with peace.

Then,

With a finger tip,
I shall touch you,
And be born a hundred times over.

~~~

That one look, 
That one voice,
That one touch I yearn for.

The heat of that breath,
That drops A kiss, 
Wishing it forever, i sweat.

The sweat drenched shirt of yours, 
I wish the smell sticks to me..

When your face blossoms for me,
The pleasure,
that pricks the cheek, 
I ask for.
I ask for..

Made of Stone, 
this heart of mine,
I said, to you, my friend.

Like a flag struck 
into the stone,
You have sprouted in my heart.


A Translation of an "intense" Tamil song..


Song: Enge en Kavithai
Original Lyrics: Vairamuthu
Music: ARR

2 comments:

moonlite:D said...

lol, while vacationing I, for reason unknown, remembered the way you translated Khwaja mere Khwaja..
Nice to see this one now :)

nanda said...

:) thanks moonlightu