Long Safar Poems

WITHOUT HOPE

I never meant to call for hunger,
but it calls for me,
endlessly faithfull and accursedly hones,
it leads me,
like any given day,
into the soup kitchen of the darkest street in the world.
Everything around me is so...

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Kuch surkhiyon si aati hui, ret ko sametiye,
Kaali ghata hai chaah rahi, roshni ko sametiye.
Sametiye, sahejiye, woh pal jo kho rahe abhi,
Jo tera ho na saka, uski yaadon ko sametiye.

Kuch ankahi si baat hai, kuch...

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SILVER STAR

I have long since lost Hope,
because my paths are so endlessly long and aimless,
as if sculpted out of my restless spirit
in the long nights of reverie.
You know, Lord... I used to have my Hope.
It...

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A LETTER TO MY BELOVED


While I am writing this letter to You, my one and only,
the mute wind,
utterly silent and stealthy,
has opened the doors of the old church,
and carried away the prayers
along the white heavenly...

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IN THE NAME OF ETERNAL LOVE

Since you have left, my one and only,
the sun became perfectly cold.
Its golden heart,
completely forgotten, lies in the golden cradle:
Oh, Lord, the sun is so cold,
it wrapped itself around my...

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THE OLD MAN AND THE BUTTERFLY

How many wishes and hopes pass through a man's mind?
This is what I am thinking about while looking
into the sad face of an old man
who is motionlessly starring into the...

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OLD OAK

In the shadow of solitude now I see Your eyes,
that so faithfully carry about the light
through my thoughts so dark,
and the pen trembles in the hand,
waiting for the prodigal son's acknowledgement.
My one and only,...

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LITTLE DIME

An audible and humanly painful sound
Is left by the dime in a small tin box.
The echo of its poverty hovers in the air
As a constant warning to the world.
If the dark shadows of solitude
Would...

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THE STATIONERY BOY

His little dark street
Is at home in the silky cobweb;
His little dark street
Is only loud in the missionaries’ prayers,
It elicits a gaze in very few people,
It is but an uninvited guest to life.

The...

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WILD ROSE

The wind is quiet, wearily quiet this evening,
(and they say that winds do not age)
and I,
I am fondling the wild rose
with the inexplicable hope
that I shall find your tear on its petal.
Since you have...

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LONELY NIGHTS

Against the old oak I cling my cheek
to hear a lost voice inside;
The voice of a lost friend,
the voice of my lost father and mother,
the voice of lost love.
And in this lonely night the...

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In a dreamlit night, I looked at a star
Like a bird without a flock.
I do not want to call solitude
What it is,
Because there are other flockless birds
Somewhere in the distance.
Yes, my friend,
We do not have...

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STRAW MAN

The straw man guards a golden field,
His eyes are empty, like its head,
A golden heart shines in his chest. Whose hand
had put this golden heart into his chest?
Can this heart put his body into...

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THE LAST VOYAGE

Like a straw man,
Hunted by gusts of wind
(in order to outrun death),
I am returning to the valley of my childhood;
To see the old home one last time,
To see the old walnut tree one...

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THE LAST VOYAGE

Like a straw man,
Hunted by gusts of wind
(in order to outrun death),
I am returning to the valley of my childhood;
To see the old home one last time,
To see the old walnut tree one...

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THE POWER OF LOVE 
  
The world says that love has many a 
                    ...

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OH MUTE NIGHT, OH MUTE MOTHER!


Driven by the darkness above all that is dark;
driven by human vanity,
and by resounding envy,
I once again return
to the glory of the poetry eternal.
I branch my verses into the sky;
I...

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SILVER TEARS

You say that you have long since
turned off all the lights but one,
the light beneath which
I have kissed you
while pearly dew glittered
all around us,
a breeze was blowing,
and the birds were not silent,
but singing at...

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Two stars are timidly twinkling beyond the heavenly dome,
Touchingly emanating their light
Into the dark void of my solitude.
Solitude is proud
If you are followed by memories,
And me and memories are like wind and roses,
Facing each other,
Forever...

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YOU KNOW ALL ABOUT ME

You know that I have named many a wind
after our dreams,
that I have named many a shadow
after our wishes,
that I have named many of our tears
after our memories.

Since you have left,
nameless...

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WITHOUT YOU

Without you, my only one, I was a prisoner of solitude
waking over my fate
like a listless guard.

Without you, my only one, my poems are dying in a coffin
next to the old trunk
in which my...

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A POEM TO MY BELOVED

If I had to lie down
Onto the black hearse instead of our love,
I would agree to die right away,
But hope is the last thing to die,
Yes, my golden one, I am...

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MY HOMELAND 
  
People say that a man without a homeland 
is a dry tree without roots, 
but I tell you: 
"I do not want to be a heartless, 
    ...

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My life is a bliss, 
But what's beyond this?
My fears - which scare
With a disease that is rare!

I want to live in a place,
which has equality - 
But I'm left in life;
with nothing more than...

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THE WIND, THE FIR AND THE ROSE

While the wind walks up and down the village,
all the time at the same speed,
I looked at that fir,
bent down to the ground by the wind.
It must be very,...

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