शोकगीत
संदेशों से हम छले जाते। आखिर लौटते वापस वहीं जहाँ फिर कोई खो गया
होता। इस तरह हमें मात किया शैतान ने, एक-एक कर हमें उठाता चला और
फौज में भर्ती करता चला।
4
तीन सौ, तीन हज़ार, तीस हज़ार, तीस लाख, तीस करोड़ साल हो गए
सूरज छिपता रहा पश्चिम की ओर,
जंगली फूल उगते रहे दफन हुई जानों पर
धरती ढोती रही अनगिनत दुख
सुंदर विलीन होता किसी और सुंदर में
- प्रभात खबर (दीपावली विशेषांक) -2016
Elegy
1
You are the pole star or the bear circling it
I look for you on a new moon night
Dark shadow of death deepens on the city of lights
Wherever you are, when you find the planet where humans are free
to dream, write to us. Your letters
will be seen as a comet piercing the new moon night; all lost souls
will appear together playing guitar
and drums.
Light comes sieved through leaves,
our breasts carry pain, sobs dance like fireflies around the rays, I
take a dripping tear on my finger and
sprinkle it towards you.
2
For long we were sunken in this feeling that everything is falling
into an abyss; we kept looking for a
place to pray. The devil’s soldiers were chasing us flying, there was
a din of hoarse voices. We were
falling. From the pits and the ditches we delivered our injured
organs to the ghosts of our souls.
3
Life circled the day. Messages came from beyond planets, and we
were deceived by the golden shine
of the messages. And we came back to the same point where
someone was forever lost. This is how
the devil won over us, it picked us up one after another and made
into a soldier for him.
4
Three hundred, three thousands, thrirty thousand, three million, a
billion years have passed.
The sun set forever in the West.
Summer and Winter circled each other,
Shadows wrote elegies on the rocks
Wild flowers grew on buried souls
The Earth bore endless pain
A vision disappearing in some other vision
The rocks eroding
Looking for another day in a today
Elegies moved all over the Earth.
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