chayamsu v r Poems

if you meet me by chance
among the caravan of ages
passing through the deserts,
stare at me
...

the birds fly away.
the passersby part away.
we are in dreams.
o! monsoon clouds,
...

the streaming whisper of the time
throbs on the whole being,
as the dusk dooms,
for us to awaken
...

a man died
and while his soul was strolling
in a heavenly corridor,
even before the body burnt to ashes,
...

the rain came.
the rain drained.
some cool drops flashed into the heart,
retrieving something forgotten
...

a cool breeze
rustled through my trees.
a floating flock of clouds
whispered in my ears;
...

o, mother,
where are you now?

i am alone!
...

sun in brittle temper
tried to burn out the day
since dawn on his way
to the sea sombre.
...

like the soft tone of rain,
like the drops after drain,
...

'i know you'll pluck me.
you'll squeeze me.
yet,
i am here,
...