translation of 'lalitham'-by pp ramachandran

                                                                                lack of pomp

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"only a sweet crooning

to herald my being,

and the foresaken feather

to hunt the whole being,

and the warmth of  brooding

flashes on you yet.

so simple was our life,"

the birds chirped in ecstasy

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poem

                                                                    the melodious melancholy

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music has been  scattered into broken throats

on the string of a waning lyre as i tried,

lyre was broken down and splashed

some in my notes and rest in yours

as you played them as if yours,

i was playing mortal throes.

swooning and fainting hear this world

falling tones in some sobbing sighs.

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translation of poems by sarman

                                                                             pedro paramo

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desolate as sunlit

each street,

with open doors

stares.

skulls of forlorn homes.

each footstep

hides away

into the dark patios

poem-translations of sarman

                                                                            a dream in the snow

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a white river of frozen water!

on the sand-stone,the snow-sphere!

an inert dream

cooled in

in the pervaded shade

of flowers doomed,

once bloomed on the lotus-vine

that twinkled

and entwined with

the copper-hooks of light

that caught in the green eyes

of the dead fish.

poem

new year

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the streaming whisper

of the time

throbs on the whole being,

as the dusk dooms

for us to awaken

into a new dawn.

31122008

poem

                                                                          such a symphony

                                                                <><><><>()()()()<><><><>

the rain came.

the rain drained.

some cool drops

splashed into my heart

retrieving something forgotten

somewhere else

so next time if it rains,

catch a few drops in your hands.

the drop you catch is

the amount you lov

the drop you don't,

is the amount i love you.

poem

freedom

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every man has his own flies,

every man has his own ways.

he can hunt and kill his flies,

for their bright and humming flights.

once and twice in graceful glides,

skimmed and chirped in the void of skies.

men were there to wait and trap,

grow and kill'em with a trap.

2005