Myth in the Village

Mysterious life
In the village, mingle the
Vision of society
To the farthest city of the Myth

Evil dances, even though the
Belief Proclaim the sincerity
From the very beginning, deep
Into the soul, deep into the mind!

The myth in the village…

Cat does not know,
Why am I
Crossing the way of the people?

Caste does not know,
Why division of class in the society?

Untouchable does not know
Who is going and coming on the destination?

Steps do not know
There is restriction on threshold in the dusk!

Illusion in the village…

Always suffocating
Always murmuring
In the house of myth

It would be better
The myth would die before it born.

If I play with …

It was first weekend

Of the second month

1997, she was playing

Under the tree with her parent

Unlikely

It was offside…

At the

Same time

My legs pause the

Motion, eyes lost

The way, heart

Increased

The speed

Mind changed the topic

I felt something

Missing there

In a cage

In a boundary

Like smile

Like enjoyment

Like romance

All together like Love

Likewise I was thinking

At the same place

At the same time

On the same grass

If I play with her…

Sorry friends

Sometime dream comes true

Now she is my wife

We have a child

Playing together at the starting point!

And a child has started watching us over here!!

Anna! One miscall…!

Oh! What a surprised…

Childhood came to close

Just for a miscall

Just for a satisfaction as optimistic being at all…

I couldn’t recall those days and those stages

Unless innocent smiles knocked

Me, very frequently!

Anna! One miscall…

Anna! One miscall…

Anna! One miscall…

Unknown face requested me.

How dare m I?

I was smiling… instead to say, no/yes!

                     … Instead to say!

Perhaps! I was smiling…

I was pretending sincerely

Act like

Childhood still awaiting my response

Awaiting my behavior

Awaiting my sincerity

Later,

Sorry! I don’t have phone.

Ask him, he has. I pointed Dr. Sitaram.

And went out

I hurt I myself

On my own cruelty

But,

There is nothing behind childhood

Nostalgic behavior represents childhood

To stretch their hand towards me

Towards you!

Towards family!

Towards society!

Towards everyone’s childhood!

Expecting a miscall for humanity!!

Anna> Elder brother in the Dravidian Language.

ZEN POEMS

1) The Village finger

Playing with the tea leaves

On the dusty Carpet.

2) Nimble finger slightly

Touching and romancing with the

Youth tea leaf.

3) 2 leaves, 1 awl making

The youth of Darjeeling

Very energetic.

4) Aroma of green gold

Affair with poor hand

Romancing with rich hand.

5) Labor, smile, sweat

Are the flavor of tea

Always experiencing by different Tongue.

6) There will be no taste

In tea, without the smile

Sprinkle in the garden.

7) Very cunning hand, snatched

 The pretty bite from the honesty villagers.

8) Going up coming down

Peshok itself has unique beauty

On the lap of Darjeeling hill.

9) Nearby my home

Falls on Zen, I never influenced

By it.

10) Ever in the millet field

Dove, come to see me,

I appreciate its peace.

11) Preoccupied mind, goes up to the hill

But foothill is awaiting.

12) Tragic death, historic moment

Fly over the consequence.

13) In frigid winter

Darjeeling looks very

Romantic and  pretty.