Here yawning time-distances shrink.
New chemical formulas emerge.
All that is thought logical merges
Into camphor-fragrant unreality
Words quickly change into things
Time stands immobile and petrified.
Bright yellow sampangi petals
Breathe fragrant life into the sky
Tall swaying red sandalwood trees
Tilt precipitously towards
The orange fringe of the western sky.
The holes of my eyes are filled
With salty tears like yesterday's
Abandoned stone quarries
Fresh with pellucid rainwater.
Jagannath, this is brilliant. Your use of imagery and your line structure makes this a great poem to read. 'Words quickly change into things' is an outstanding line but it is one amongst many. The narrative creates a familiar world of contradiction and abstraction that the reader can only concur with. A fantastic poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Agree with DJ... each line is brilliant.. Here yawning time-distances shrink... WOW - I could only begin to imagine what you would have written if distances has stretched not shrunk... twould be an epic of a descriptive piece... instead you have given the best lesson of poetic economics...