Arjan Dev Majboor

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Time

Forgotten memories

and

the heart-rending serpent

tore my heart.

She plaited her hair,

lit a lamp

and

spoke a riddle.

There was lightning

and

the flames went up.

Worry burst out mysteriously.

The sun plays

a new game

in the blue sea.

It appeared

and

shone in the reflection of the

shade.

Two infants

gripped the root of a tree.

The whirlpool of worries

flowed,

the cosmos stopped its journey

some stars

faded on the edge of the sky

The moon

forgot

its beams.

In this age of topsy-turvydom

a leaf

hangs

on the top of a tree.

Should I wait

or

jump upon the earth?

The sky dreads

Men live

In the ant hills.

There are no walls

but

the doors are closed.

All have forgotten

the tomorrow.

Time is frightened

on

the frightful banks

of the river.

Neagrai

Speak,

Where will you go now?

What solution lies

in your hands?

You will be known

by your face

They will burn you.

What place are you from ?

You came out of

the tremulous oceans

and

rivers.

The peaks of worries face you

The roads

are

covered with dust.

Where will you go now?

The lotus

entrapped you.

The colour of the spring

flew.

The rays of the sun

suck the barren land.

there is none

to protect

the dancing dew.

Cupid too is all ash.

Who are you writing to ?

There is a curse

on

settlements.

The gardens of life

sob.

Spending one day

is

Crossing a mountain.

Donít sing

fearlessly

in the city.

You will be sold

for a coin.

Donít go towards a ghat.

The Vitasta

is all blood

and

poison.

The dead bodies of

women

are without shrouds.

In the past

they

longed for children

from the river

When

the lamps flowed with

the water.

We had dreams.

The wishes

remain

unfilled.

Rest a while

when you

Climb the mountain

and

Watch

The daggers dance

under the chinar trees.

Listen,

the colourful valley

burnt

because of the bombs.

Where do you have to go?

Where is the way?

There is a tempest

in the valley

of the seers.

Heemal has risen

from a deep sleep.

Nobody showed

love to her.

Show strength

and

walk through the forests and

the throns.

Experience

pain and agony

and

Then breathe.

The hawks

are

flying over the mountains.

They will drink your blood.

You cannot escape the net.

*(Translated from the original Kashmiri by Prof. Arvind Gigoo)

Source: Kashmir Sentinel

           

 

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