Now that you are on the Path of Kabir, what truths will you find?
Where spring, the lord of seasons reigneth, there the unstruck music sounds of itself,
There the streams of light flow in all directions, few are the men who can cross to that shore!
There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded,
Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads, where millions of Brahmas are reading the Vedas,
Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation, where millions of Indras dwell in the sky,
Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, where millions of Saraswatis, goddess of music play the vina,
There is my Lord self-revealed, and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps.
—?Kabir, II.57, Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
Categories:
brahmas, visionary,
Form: Free verse
(Post war in Sri Lanka, connecting the North and South of Batticaloa road, the bridge was constructed to replace the old Kalladi Bridge that was built by the British 70 years ago.)
In sounds of heavy weapons
And shot notices vibrated
Gods and Brahmas
Gradually praised
Heart of the Kalladi Bridge broken
Re- built bridge is too ling
Lumpish fishes
In fear of shot noises
Then they died my buddies
Rivers and lagoons
Overflowed with bloodies
The bridge built whereby,
Fishes without buddies
Narrow road widens,
While the hearts being parochial
Serpents compete,
While the human beings vanished
Though it could to join,
Having built a bridge
Lost the tune
In a broken and cataclysmic heart of song
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Categories:
brahmas, holocaust, peace, political, war,
Form: Blank verse