వాకిలి » Surya Prakash http://vaakili.com/patrika సాహిత్య పత్రిక Tue, 18 Dec 2018 17:20:29 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.2 Spellbound http://vaakili.com/patrika/?p=2944 http://vaakili.com/patrika/?p=2944#comments Thu, 23 May 2013 21:52:40 +0000 వాకిలి http://vaakili.com/patrika/?p=2944 The Throne
-the sun light-
slipped off from the sky
The sky laughed, as if
the crumbled mountain stood up again!
I stepped into the silent vaccum
Like a torch-bearer
The flute is singing
the forgotten tunes of the lip
I am creating every single edge of life
with the very stuff of life
I am dreaming
and filling my eyes
with the tears of resonant eyes
Poetry, indeed, is a gauge
that measures the depths of tears
My pen, a magic wand,
that eternalises the Nature
The silky thread
-the poem-
is binding me and the moon together
The night is melting bit by bit
into the sea
Having drunk the moon light to the brim
the waves are burping

 

Original: A.Surya Prakash (Telugu anthology ‘Aneka’-padella kavithvam)
Trandlation: Nagaraju Ramaswamy.

]]> The Throne
-the sun light-
slipped off from the sky
The sky laughed, as if
the crumbled mountain stood up again!
I stepped into the silent vaccum
Like a torch-bearer
The flute is singing
the forgotten tunes of the lip
I am creating every single edge of life
with the very stuff of life
I am dreaming
and filling my eyes
with the tears of resonant eyes
Poetry, indeed, is a gauge
that measures the depths of tears
My pen, a magic wand,
that eternalises the Nature
The silky thread
-the poem-
is binding me and the moon together
The night is melting bit by bit
into the sea
Having drunk the moon light to the brim
the waves are burping

 

Original: A.Surya Prakash (Telugu anthology ‘Aneka’-padella kavithvam)
Trandlation: Nagaraju Ramaswamy.

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