Tuesday, August 17, 2010
OCEANO
eres océano
y sólo verte serena todas las heridas
del corazón y del alma
y yo sé
que uno puede llenarse de éxtasis
al sentir la brisa en el rostro
estando de pie en tu orilla.
Pero
¿Qué hago yo?
que tengo sed
y no me sirve
tu agua salada.
--Rishiraj
MI ESPEJISMO
de la tierra que conocía bien.
Nunca habría salido yo
si tú no me hubieras inspirado,
si tú no hubieras provocado en mi
ese desinterés absoluto...
en todo lo que sabía,
en todo lo que conocía.
Y ahora mi viaje...
me ha traido hasta aquí,
a este desierto donde todo es falso
excepto ese amarillo que no tiene fin,
excepto esa sed que no se acaba...
y tampoco estás tú conmigo;
excepto a veces como espejismo
apareciendo y desapareciendo.
¡Ay! ¿A quién le pido...
que me coja la mano
y me saque de aquí
y me ponga en camino
o que, por lo menos, se pierda conmigo?
--Rishiraj
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Kabir en español
La gota desapareció en la mar,
Dónde se la puede buscar...
Sunday, December 6, 2009
A tryst with Haikus
Rhyming Haikus
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I laugh; I cannot do otherwise!
Everywhere I see a terrible haste
Running to where no one knows
Laughing at everyone who does not run
They have to get something important done
And they think that all that they do
Is something unique and completely new!
They think
That they are making a difference
That their existence is really important
That what they achieve will remain forever
That death is not something that can be own
That as long as one lives one must go on
Go on doing what is very important
Important to humankind
Important to society
Important to culture
Important to planet
Important to universe
But important in what way no one knows!
They believe
That one who doesn’t run is an escapist
That one who doesn’t do what is important
Is a coward and is lazy
Is a traitor and is foolish
Doesn’t understand the importance!
But I see
That they were not and they will be not
There have been many like them who are not
And so,
I laugh back at them
I cannot do otherwise!
--Rishiraj
Saturday, October 3, 2009
VOYAGE (My tribute to Paul Michael)
Don’t know where to look for you
Don’t know which number to call
Don’t know where you have gone
I don’t know about you anything at all
My conversations lost in the wind
My sighs get wasted in this desert
When I see you it’s a shimmering mirage
The whole existence seems inert
My letters for you are never answered
You never respond when I call your name
I wonder what has caused this change
I do not know now whom to blame
I understand that it is death...
But what is death I don’t understand
Is death the end of life?
Or life is the beginning of this end?
The only thing that gives me peace
Is that I am to join you soon
If it is a chance to see you again
I believe death to be a boon
In the ocean of the unknown we are lost
With only fragments that seem familiar
We don’t know what's exactly the case
And that is the sole reason of fear
You inspire me to tread this path
To go on whatever it might be
You make me believe that each moment
Is a voyage on an uncharted sea.
--Rishiraj for Paul Michael