Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
The Voice Inside
Empty nights chew me up,
days vomit me,
in the great bazzar of hypocrites, where
I shockingly discover my particles,
dressed in multi-coloured lies.
What more?
It will be a massacre to know,
come on, silence the voice inside,
Fast.
*bazzar- market
Rainbow in Love!
All frown,
sans her lover,
When the elderly bride wears a dark red Benarasi,
on the day,
for which
the waiting was, perhaps
for a decade!
Cheap cosmetics cannot hide,
the wrinkles on her face;
like the cracks on my surface,
is laid bare my hidden wish,
a sojourn in the world of clouds,
fulfilment in rain!
The newly wed
arrives her in laws’ place,
with a basket full of colours,
rainbow in love!!!
Ah! don’t mock her sentiments,
else meaningless will be my efforts; see
how different I look, each hour of the day,
no grievance,
seek your love anew,
though dry is my skin, hazy, my eyes,
colourless are my lips,
Thy neglect has sucked my life blood and
I am left anaemic.
Yet if pale orange tint catches your fancy, dear,
I am your evening sky,
If grey, I am dusk.
How many colours graced you Ulupi,
The night Arjuna gifts you ever?
Or as pujarini in the feet of Buddha,
have your ascetic beauty secured you,
satisfying the feminine craze, archetypal desire?
Till you reply,
let me be lost
in the bare chest of the sky,
let my tears kiss gently the lips of daylight,
an afternoon sojourn in the world of fulfilling colours,
the rainbow, in love!!!
*Benarasi- a saree traditionally worn by a bride on her wedding day
*Ulupi- Arjuna’s wife, the Naga princes, a character of Mahabharata with whom Arjuna spent only one night ever
*Arjuna- a character of Mahabharata
*pujarini- a worshipper
Last Love
On that cloudy morning,
idle in my maiden balcony,
I asked my friend intimate,
looking deep into the blue eyes of other worldly thoughts,
how will be my last love?
Say to me, my darling Infancy, must.
A turmoil I felt in my heart,
As there’s nothing called last in love,
the philosopher’s protests are silenced first.
Only then I hear a mellowed voice,
in Last love you are Kaash looking upward,
scudding cloud beautiful figures the Presence vast,
mind and soul traversing across the forest of unruly emotions,
Waiting for the sacred touch;
The end in disguise,
comes the divine in human form.
*Kaash– flower that is believed to blossom as a welcoming sign to Devi Durga
