Chased away by the human bazaars
Silence fled in to the hills
Time flows like water slipping
Out of the fingers
Seasons like spiders weave
Lines in the valleys of the eyes
Drop by drop when I sip the silence of the hills
I cannot even excuse my own heart
Which pulsates disturbing beats
I measure the forest with the song of a bird
Or with the meandering stream
When saffron flames run amuck
Like a crowd of sanyasins in the forest
I embrace the bodies of trees and listen to
Their heart beat, I cry loudly -
A marvel of a poem! Its images and metaphors transmit feelings so deep and sadly felt but that so easily touch our central core. You have masterfully painted and gifted us with your feelings in a most delicate, poetic and unusual way in this very rich and gorgeous composition of which there is so much more to say. When I got to the end, I embraced your poem and also cried....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem holds a wonderful bouquet of images which are more than interpreting the feelings of a man in a chaotic world. They also seem to tone down the impact with 'the silence of the hills.... song of a bird.... (and) trees with a heartbeat'. Thanks for sharing an awesome piece of writing.