Dont know me

He doesn't know meI don't know him either

Between us there is a lake.That is full of fishes.Those fishes are neither his nor mine.Those fishes are not oursAnd that's the relationship between us

In that lake lies the fallen sky
I see the fishes submerged amongThe valleys of clouds in that skyThe fishes flicker those clouds… a little.
Can there be some fishes unafraid of the birds?To know that you must peek into the lake

Does he see all these, I think
And does he read my thoughts?
I can never imagine what he sees in the lake
Or did he ever try seeing?
Oh... let him think whatever he wishes.
There is a cigarette in his hand; and in mine too.
That is another of our bonding
We both have cigarettes

I think the smoke from my cigarettes and the clouds are friendly.That's why I am sad about the dead clouds in the lake.
He doesn't think that way; his face is a give-away
He doesn't seem worried… about anything
He may be bored; maybe, that's why he smokes

He is darker than me.Hmm…that too is a bonding
But he doesn't know thatI am fair… I pretend to be dark

May be, he was fair too
And got tanned when his mother forgot him
Or maybe, he is simply that – dark

The Sky..The Lake of fallen clouds..Smoke circles that befriend the clouds
And I, the fair one!

trans : Rajeev Nair,
archienair@gmail.com
http://www.rajeevsnair.blogspot.com/

Dont know me

He don’t know me
I don’t know him too

Between us there is a lake.
And it is full of fishes.
Those fishes are neither his nor mine.
Those fishes are not ours
That’s what, the relation between us is.

In that lake, sky was lying fallen.
I can see the fishes submerging among
the valleys of clouds in that sky
It was fishes who flickering those clouds a little.
Are there any fishes not scared of birds?
For that you have to look into the lake.

My thoughts are now about, whether he see all these.
and whether he know my thoughts too.
I could never imagine what he has seen in the lake,
or did he get time to do that too.

Oh... let him think whatever he likes.
There is a cigarette in his hand; mine too.

Another relation between us is that we both have cigarettes.
My thought was that, smokes from my cigarettes and clouds are friendly.
That’s why I am sad about the dead clouds in the lake.

His wasn’t thinking that way, his face clearly shows that.
It looks like he is not worried about anything.
It may be bored, that’s why he is smoking.

He is darker than me.
That too a relation is.
But he doesn’t know that
I am fair and pretending dark

May be, he was too a fair one;
and got darkened when his mother forgotten him.
Might not be, he is dark only.

Sky..
Lake of fallen clouds..
Smoke circles who are roaming around, friendly with cloud’s.
Me, the non-darkened

trans : Able Kuriakose, ablekk@gmail.com
http://ormakkaayi.blogspot.com/