Poems by- Mridha Alauddin
Poems by- Mridha Alauddin
Translated by: Safi Ullah
Cup of Seperation
I have lost my path as I sipped in the cup of separation.
Now do tell me, where is the tavern,
And which path should I follow?
I am afraid, I might be stigmatized…
Marks
I have been injured while flying a kite in the sun.
Blood has flowed with spark-
Now I see dagger’s mark in the heart.
All My Fault
I go to the ghat of river. Watch the waves. Play the flute…
Have a ride on the boat or walk in the woody road- people laugh at whatever I do.
Out of Home
Your bare body
Curved and copious breast
Soft and fluffy cheeks
Mrignavi fragrance of you wet hair did not let me sleep all the night.
Fire seizes me all over- the fire has made me impatient.
Today I have been homeless for the sake of home.
Homeless
At midnight, here float six great tunes, flute of pain.
And for the symphony of the flute, now I am homeless…
I Have None
Everyone is following their own way, from east to west
to the last arena of the horizon.
I have none.
I am alone- depressed evenings are crashing around me…
Defamation
She is on the street by defaming falsely and vilifying gratuitously-
Walks on the last horizon in the open sunshine.
But now I am floating in an unfathomable sea
With gratuitous vilification and false defamation…
Rain of Shraban
Those of you who want to go can go
Without her, I won’t go on the riverbank or in the forest.
Even won’t get wet in the rain of Shraban…
Blind Alley of Pain
This heart is gradually burning as a wax candle. Blind alley of pain.
In the Deep Sea
Like soil, in this field of crops
Bring sunshine
Water of desire
In the deep sea…
Butterfly
Early morning sunshines like soft river-waves
Come in my door,
Become butterflies in the fountain…
To the Vrajabon
In the brazen wind, your orna flew to the vrajabon-
Like white winds of autumn…
Green Air of Peace
A little drop of happiness is moving away from a dreamlike life –
The green air of peace.
At My Agitated Ghat
Like the ocean waves, you just tumble down at the bank of evening river.
At my agitated ghat.
Marble Rock
You’re rare in my life like the Tajmahal. Marble rock of pain.
At Dead of Night
One day at dead of night, in the starlit
I got drunk with the fragrance of a black rose.
Started to eulogize the beauty of the rose-
Kept counting and watching petals and thorns
All is exquisite delicacy like the soft flesh of women-
Motley
The essence of formless fragrance.
And then I remembered
I have none and nothing in the world but crying.
A Dead boat and a Silted up River
I went to a dead boat and
A silted up river
That are flawless and loveless.
Then was night. I looked at stars-
Was floating a while in the water of starlit
In the night
In the sunshine…
And one day tides occurred in the silted up river.
Go to the Roots
Losing the path, I went to a root beside the path
Root of an old banyan tree-
And one day the root took me
To some flowers, birds and leaves.
To a river.
There were butterflies and some bare and unadorned women and stars-
Wet with moonlit.
There were unknown bright evening sunshines…
Go to the root, to the banyan tree.
Distance
I dived into loneliess and saw- the river was not greenish white,
And all the sunshine is sinking in the dust and desert-sands…
Feather of love
Pigeon-
My body is smeared with the blood of Pankauri-
But why should I be infatuated with false compassion- what is the use of it?
The sea shows me nothing else but distance
Distance…
Delicate Meat
I brought my loving body occupied with pain near the sea
Pyramid of pain
The Tajmahal-
Slaughtered pigeon…
I dived naked in the depth of the sea several times.
Again
Again
Again I dived from head to foot in the ocean-
My curved beautiful densed unadorned bare body
Floated as if it were gold
Lower navel, the thigh – became a pigeon and flew
This loving body of mine soaked with pain
Half of the body
A narrow lane-
All deliate and salty meat.
Root-sea
Look at the sunshine at night
Look around-
Gaze at the thigh or at the hip of river
How deep is your root-sea extended…
One day, seeds will germinate from the extended roots.
Niagara Falls
None comes to me
I also go nowhere-
I removed from the front
the blue sky
the sea
The Niagara falls…
At the blue sky soaked with pain, I see
The Saimum- water- tidal waves…
I Existed
I am talking about that time
Then was no end, no beginning-
of day and night.
There were ovum, sperm- deep sea all around
Mirror and coils of light…
But even then in the sunshine was floating
Tide of moonlit- of my virility
White color wet with light…
Blind Lover
I can neither love her nor learn the art of love making with her.
Because, her shadow, affection- curved body
The thigh or bottom
Vagina- I can’t find anything.
I am a blind lover.
O river-sea-ocean, help me.
I
I met her while walking.
Get all the sunshine of the earth, tide and ebb…
An unknown river grips me-
I am Kayesh or simultaneously Majnu…
