Postman of inertia seeks slumber’s site in your eyes
My silent journey to the night’s fatigue goes alone
Dense forest of tresses are the surges of river,
parting of hair is a lonely path
In the remote unknown homestead,
I’m attracted, faraway, secluded,
Crossing a long way through the cold winter, walking,
I feel warmth of the summerFrom the ocean of eyes,
who the girl immersing deep
Took out all alone tiny pieces of my tender desires
Someone’s tinted eyes burn beside my window nightlong.
Someone hugged me with love, though never kept the vow
Still I too called her close and kissed at her chin as youthful lover
Admiring the poems lonely untiring frantic sentry remain sleepless
all night
In the moonbeam of Chaitra I hear songs of pale meadow in Krishna’s flute
Calling out in melodious tune, Radha, Radha,
I remain awake alone.
Radha, Radha, the bridge is built to the bondage of love, temple of heart
This and that, on both sides you and me visit endlessly
Your seat is made up for you only, I feel scared to build an abode of love
But this path is not the way of death through the parting of hair
Desire is bounded in the powerful hands, Radha, O Radha
Like the parting of hair the path is seen on the clouds
In the stillness of meadow a blue-eyed bird remain awake
A giant piece of stone but a pair of hands emergesIn the bustle of the city
a blue-eyed bird sits alone on poet’s table.