In A Study of Unitary Rules
Yesterday
Being drunken by the fallen rhythm-
The field of poetry soaked up in the sun.
And when the tales got free, over the boundary,
The sinking sun paints the regions.
The beach is seen drowning on sight.
And the houses got bathed in fiery Krishnochura.
Yesterday
Wasted pestles of papers in the summer storm
For every watch that touches the eyes,
In the study of the words, on a sleepless night.
And rode the cloud on the scaled canvas-
Once again, in search of unlimited ends.
Today
After worshipping the cherry flower around,
The pavement goes riding the petal carpets.
By pushing the street that made by steps,
Dressed in all dark colours as depression.
To fetch the solution with the unitary rules.
Today
Still, the eyes do not see the sky, the spring air
The house of poetry does not sink in relativity,
For a strange journey to the unknown time
To not to be the centre of the coeval gyre.
Today
Great hectic, in the love of brick and stones,
Walks into the apparent silent, sleeping suburb.
The day folds up her sunshine in utter neglect.
Not unmindful of that, yet I haven’t written it down.
Today, the gloom looks up behind the faked sleep.
Oh! It’s been a long time that the eyes haven’t sighted,
The summer storm and the fiery Krishnochura!
