1. A Bead of Liquid
In the five’s self-enigmatic snarl
pursuing numbers seven and nine
is being celebrated all over.
He is sitting quietly by himself,
reciting the quietness
where in, the indefinite nihility
is dispersing in infinite where his hut lies,
where he is engrossed in the tornadoic vortex,
I am the rapidity of that whirl
that has attained the form of a frozen bead of liquid
lugging the profundity of the sea.
2. Love Song
You resonated in the solitudes
for me a love song
in fabulous want
of eternal liberty
In the far off skies
the stars in moonlit apparel
took hold of balminess of that song
and turned golden
speedy golden filaments
have given birth to a longing on the earth
with a sense of perfection
and the same craving in the cosmos
set on an illuminated flight
to be a part of formless galaxy
Alas!
You are still singing in the wilderness
a love song for me
by virtue of your love song
I am moving in loops
to the extremes of the skies
on an illuminating mission
by reason of your endearing unification
I am relishing the penchant of freedom
from the rest.
3. Wait
Trespassing the precincts of houses of prayer
negating the decrees of missionaries
I am fixing my eye on all the unrestricted freeways.
by turning on the wait-cleansers
for him, holding the favours of mawkish flowers
God alone knows how he’ll get there!
I anticipate the aroma
beforehand his advent
in my rosary
and after each succession
a liking in the offing
like a benediction I substantial my lap,
On the unrestricted freeways of life
death of religious reporters is obligatory
for I am relishing a bliss
of carting their carcasses in the course of my expedition.
My hanging over is mine destiny
for I am not in wont of finality.
4. Within and out
Within myself
a spider weaves its web repeatedly
and me on the outside
establishing roots from seeds
I gather evidence of life
From the lifeless manifestation of language, I am being generated,
as well as the aspects of death and
I’m interred in a secret location in the woods.
I’m hiding the garden of remembrance
behind the boundaries of incorruptibility
and becomes engrossed in the revelry of birth.
Within myself
A spider weaves its web repeatedly.
and me from the outside.
establishing roots from seeds
5. Vapour and Mud
The mist rises from the ocean of wisdom.
it elevates our soul
above and beyond our capabilities
and then morphing into clouds that flaunt
on the peaks and our essence
precipitous drops in the form of rain or snow
and we
after an obvious whiff and mystique
We’ve been converted into muck.
Then a few rays modify our reality
We spiral in a circle of vapour and muck
as a result of this cycle
Nature creates streamers of many necessities
this endurance
revolves around us in the inauspicious concourse.
But, on the ability of everything we return
in relation to our own abilities
and in this preoccupation we lose
items that are highly regarded
all around us.
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Translated by Mushtaque B. Barq from the poetry collection ‘काल सूर्य’ (‘An Epoch of the Sun’)
Satish Vimal
Vimal is a multilingual writer, poet, and broadcaster from Buchoo village in Tral, of Pulwama district, whose works in Kashmiri, Urdu, Hindi and English languages are some of the most critically acclaimed works from J&K. Vimal has been associated with All India Radio Srinagar for decades and represents a career committed to promoting literary programmes and cultural and historical shows.
Mushtaque B. Barq
Barq is a distinguished novelist, author, columnist, translator, poet, and reviewer with over two decades of experience in education, writing, and the arts. Known for his versatile contributions to literature, he has written extensively in both English and Kashmiri, creating a bridge between cultures through his works. He lives in Nowshera, Srinagar, Jammu and Kashmir.
