I HAVE NO REGRETS
You be in sea or you be in the sky
Or else be in a blaze or in tears
I go on searching your tiny cute eyes,
For the whole of my existence
Keeping all these beautiful memoirs
under my breast.
You consider it to be true or false
How I can explain you, my heart
Without you, everything is just a false.
I am not wet in the shower of rain
I am wet in tears deeply
Could it be that if one gets wet in the shower,
the immense sorrowful existence
is wiped out, even a slightest?
I don’t know, why, you might be thinking about me
You will be the very words of my poetry
of this colorless life of mine.
Take whole of my life span
Give all your sorrows and pain to me
When I go to cremation ground
Ditch me even,
shading two drops of tears only.
I have no regrets!
TEARS OF A TAVERN
O my friend!
Have you ever understood?
Have you tried to understand,
the tavern’s sorrows?
Try to get through at least once.
Today, I am the tavern
and thou the traveler.
Receding away with
giving out a tiny streak of light
I have never asked -
Why did you come?
Why did you enter deep into,
this bruised heart?
And sprouted a handful of
emotions and deepest outbursts
in my very breast.
Below the horizon of hopes
this tavern, today, being desperate,
in the memory of your loving presence.
To whom should I tell?
Why should I tell?
Who else is there?
Who is there to listen to its sorrows?
Only you can pour joy within its life
Truly, are you coming once more,
into the domain of the hope of this solitary tavern?
You will dispel out the,
in the mid of this four wall.
Is it that the
tavern would get an impression of light
on its mortal body?
It will thus gain,
the impression of its love
and a sign of peace and content.
Isn’t that true?
You vehemently come into the
solitary pathways of my hope.
You give out a fragrance
in my garden of hope.
You are my full moon
and I am your water-lily.
This solitude night
for you and me only
Could lily be existing without
Now, tell me, my friend.
Why are you so far from me?
I can’t bear any more.
I cry with prostrating myself, bitterly.
Please, bind me,
tight within your arms.
Gaze on me innocently, once please.
Your peeping into my eyes, would
fill deep sleep within my eyes.
searching our love,
deep in that sleep;
with a sense of oblivion towards
all these sorrowful poetry!