(c) Sharad Chandra, 2001
For whom the ever restless song
Was born in the serene cradle
For whom the silence becomes utterance
And vast solitude receives invasion of winds
For whom we carry candles of senses and words
For whom the world, the mirror of worlds
*
Swallows have returned to rebuild nests
And seasons have burst their bonds
Bones mingle with the earth
And immaculate wines
With juices of life
Bodies have risen once again
Pure and firm marbles of flesh !
Whose coming lovers and rebels celebrate
Nuptials and guillotines, eternal eloquence !
Children’s golden voices reverberate with silent winds
*
For whom the storm-filled forests
For whom the serene moon
For whom the happy fools and troubadours
Still guard an ancient song
And silent pride of a wounded hero, solitary noble man !
For whom a lightening of swift, unfailing act
A tearful strengh of a compassionate heart
For whom the eternal feast of joy
Wonders bursting their shells
Brooding dark sorrows
Sorrows like open wounds, eternal travail
*
For whom the seasons return
Who walks on the path of seasons
For whom the gleaming substances
Watch the sleeping worlds
For whom that secret wonder
In the deepest earth, in yet unstirred winds
In eternal yearning, eternal passion
*
For whom the crystal bells resound
With sounds escaping decay
For whom the mirror of lights
Swiftly escaping from shadows
*
For whom the golden twilight melting over mountain cliffs
For whom the mountains have raised
The lofty mirrors of the mountain lakes
Vast virgin vistas forever expanding
With no god, with no priest, for whom this altar
Of unbound space
*
Whisper of mountain pines, covered with golden moss
Mingle with fountains in a city
The wakeful one with solitude’s open window
Discerns stirrings of a seagull’s wings
And meaning of things that some footfall tells !
*
For whom this weariness
For whom these refreshing winds
Invisible waves invading streets and homes
This strange expectancy ! This waiting !
Welcome and greeting in looks and air !
*
Cruelty, confusion and decay surround
The cradle of a shiny promise
But the Season sustaining dance of seasons
Overflows bonds of seasons
Overflows youth, overflows age
For whom all the seasons
And the Season of seasons
*
Corruption engulfs a city
Like snow fall, like sleep, like rains
Drunken sorrows, drunken joys, stupor
Multiplying noises
Cling to her like a robe
And beneath memories, beneath the sea of deafening roars
She guards a secret, a springtime yet unborn !
She wakes, like the lady of a castle
Hearing troubadours approaching with songs
For whom her ravished body
For whom her virgin soul
And body in virginity reborn !
*
For whom the persisting vigour
Of love and unconsoled sorrow
For whom all the sorrows have gathered into one
Who are the invaders, who are the victims
For whom the wakeful anguish guards the shores
Guards the gates
Cruel horses with flaming manes
Neigh aloud and trample
Cries, whispers, tears and bones
Mingle with smoke
*
But from mysterious waves springs
Song of newborn babes
In serene starry smiles, the untellable is told
For whom this eternal abundance
This bondless, pervasive light
*
The veils of sky tremble
With the touch of hovering unborn
For whom the unborn is dreaming
For whom virgins sing
In their sleep and waking
For whom the naming and the sea of unnamed names
*
Restless limbs and brooding silence
Senses drunk with pungent tropical smells
Senses drunk with glaciers and icy winds
For whom this magnetic bond
And this release without end
And the well guarded immaculate fire
Of human-earthly-unearthly intelligence
*
For whom the joy of the familiar world
Shining with unfamiliar light
Swirling chaos and birth of worlds faintly heard
Mixed with familiar tale
Fire and peace of homesteads
Shelter and repose
For whom the windows are open and curtains flutter in wind
For whom the voices of men
And bird-song at morn
*
The worlds dying in fear and sleep
The worlds dying in slothful passions
And the worlds raised on the invisible bow
Pure and firm
For whom this gleaming diamond
For whom this lasting song
*
For whom the countless crackled hands
Fulfilled promise of tender sprouts
Fire and peace of homes and hearths
For whom the blessed sleep
And the wakeful peace
The ever expectant shores
*
There is a song and a laughter in the seas
Among children playing with waves and foam
The streets are thick with fallen petals
And bees are humming aloud
For whom dark, deep nourishing roots
Offerings overflowing in golden juices
Radiant, sweet, fragrant
*
Singers suddently arrive
Singers suddenly depart
Leaving no traces
For whom their noble feet walk
For whom the eternal wiping of traces
*
Beneath benumbed senses
Callous hearts and obscure minds
For whom the secret cellars guard the golden wine
And magic of pure passionnate voices
Fills confusing words
*
Sudden emergence of words
Sudden emergence of love’s face
Surpass familiar ways
For whom this sudden breeze
This fast vanishing light
For whom the deafness and unheard speech
For whom the forest of life’s dreams
For whom this bondage, rebirth and waking
*
Departing mists reveal another forest
Another city
How distinct and clear each sound ! each sight !
A stranger’s voice
Unclear words
Sound like a welcome call
And the whole world is coming home
Things are a song, a continuous light !
*
The tempest has left a still sea
And whispers of a starry night
The world is gathering with the invisible tide
Even unhearing ears, unseeing eyes
Unfeeling hearts are gathered
Senses meet the invading light
They meet the rising sap
For whom this gathering and rising
For whom this lofty hymn of life
*
Reborn they arise from marine bed
They arise with the reborn world
Like lightenings greeting lightenings
They awake, arise, they see
Again they gather crumblings texts
Again they gather crumbling scripts
They detect living and unborn meanings
They rebuild the lofty speech
They rise with tides of preceeding seasons
Drunk with undefiled wines
From unknown altars to unknown altars
They carry fragile, clear, undying flames
For whom these wandering priests
For whom their nameless faith
For whom these wandering minstrels
This noble undying race
*
For whom the bliss of gratified bodies
The bliss of gratified souls
There is a strange expectancy
On the earth, in the air, in the waves
For whom the seas of longings
For whom their surging waves
For whom the golden virgins
Tense, serene, joyous and firm
The undefiled seasons !
The undefiled shores !
This cadence ! This glow
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