1.
Surely my friend, insane am I
Such is my plight.
2.
I visualize sound.
I hear visible.
And fragrance I test
And the ethereal is palpable tome
These things I touch
Whose existence the world is unaware
I see a flower in the stone
When wavelet softened pebbles on the water’s edge
In the moonlight,
While the enchantress of heaven is smelling unto me.
They extolating mollifying.
Glistening and palpitation.
Rise before my eyes like tongueless thing insane.
Like flowers.
A variety of moon birds,
A lommune with these as they do with me
In such a language, friend,
As is never written and nor ever spoken,
Unintelligible, ineffable all
Their language laps the moonlit gangs shore.
Ripple by ripple
Surely my friend am I insane.
Such is my plight.
3.
Clever & eloquent you are!
Your formulas are ever running correct
But in my calculations one minus one is always one,
You work with your senses five,
With the six one operated,
Brains you have my friend
(स्व. लक्ष्मी प्रसाद देवकोटा)
But the heart is mine।
To you arose is but a rose
It embodies Helen and padmin for me
You are strong prose
But am liquid poetry.
You freeze, I melt,
You decant when I go muddy.
When I am muddled, you are clear
And just the other way about you have a world of solids.
Mine is one of rapour.
Your is think and mine is thin.
You take a stone for a hard reality
I seek to catch a dream
Just as you try to grab that could sweet,
Minted coin’s reality.
Mine is a badge of thrones
But your is one of gold and adamant,
You call the mountains mute.
But orators do I call them,
Surely my friend, I vein is loose in my brain.
I’ am insane
Such is my plight.
4.
In the frigid winter month,
I basked in the first white head of the astral light.
They called me crazy,
Back from the burning ghat.
Blank eyed I sat for seven days,
They cast their eyes in me and
Called me one possessed.
Shocked by the first streak of frost
On a fair lady’s tresses
For a length of three days my
Socket filled and rolled;
For the buddhai the enlightened on
Touched me in the depth,
And they called me one distraught.
When I danced to the bursting notes of the harbinger of the spring,
They called me one gone crazy.
One moonless night, all dead and still,
Annihilation choked my soul.
And up I jumped upon my feet
And the fools of the world put me on the stocks.
I sang with the tempest one day
And the wise acres of the world
Dispatched me down to Ranchi,
And once when at full stretch lay
Upon me bad.
As one but dead
A friend of mine pinched me so sharp
And said, oh mad man
Ad the flesh new dead two
Year by year such things did occur,
And still my friend I’am insane
Such is my plight.
6.
I have called the Nawab’s wine all blood.
And the courtesans all corpses.
And the king pauper.
I have denounced Alexander the grate.
And I have deprecated to so called high soled ones.
And the ascending arch of praises,
Into the seventh heaven,
Your highly learned men are my big fools.
Your heaven is my hell.
Your gold is my iron,
Your piety is my sin.
Where you feel yourself clever
These, these
I find you stupid innocent.
Your progression is regression to me,
Such is the upsetting of values,
Friend,
Your universe to me is but a hair
Surely my friend,
I’ am absolutely moon struck,
Moon struck indeed,
Such is my plight.
6.
I fine the blind the people’s pioneers.
The cave penances do I find a runway
The detester of humanity.
And those who climb the platforms
Of lies do I declare
To be but dances dark
And I declare the defeated ones the splendid laurelled victors.
Advancement is retreat
May be I am squint
Or that I am a crack friend,
Just but a crack.
7.
Look at the strumpet tongues a dancing
Of shameless leadership!
At the breaking of the backbones of the peoples right.
When a sparrow headed blood
Prints of black lies on papers ,
Challenge the hero in me called with conspiracy false,
Then redden hot my checks, my friend,
And their color is up.
When the unsophisticated flock quaff off black poison with there cars
Taking it for ambrosia,
And that before my eyes, my friend,
Then every hair rises on end,
Link the serpent tresses of the gorgons
Every one so irritated!
When I see the tiger punching upon the innocent deer,
Or the big, big fish after small ones,
Then ever into my corroded bones my friend.
The terrible strength of the soul of dad hitch the stage,
Enters and seeks utterance.
I like a coulded day arashing down
To earth in the thunderbolt,
When man regards a man as no man.
Then gnash my teeth and grind my jaws,
Sit with the two and thirty teeth.
Like bhimsens teeth, the terror
Striking here’s and then.
Rolling round my fury reddened eyeballs,
With an inscrutable sweep,
I look at this inhuman human and world
Like a tongue of fire,
The machine parts of my framed jump out of their places.
Distorted and disturbed!
My breath swells into a storm,
Distorted is my face,
My brain is in a blaze,
Like a wild, wild conflagration.
I am infuriated like a forest fire,
Fremzied, my friend.
As one who would devour the world immense,
Surely my friend
I am the moon bird of the beautiful
The iconoclast of ugliness!
The tenderly circlet!
The bird that steals the celestial fire
The child of tempest!
I am the wild eruption of a volcano insane!
Terror personified !
Surely my friend!
I am a whirl brain, whirl brain.
And sure such is my plight
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