Friday, January 25, 2013


And when I was young,
I gathered the ripest blossoms of my orange spring
love, a pristine jasmine
lust, a flaming laburnum
knowledge, a blooming lotus
and fed their fragrance to my raging fire.

Now I age some more
And dried leaves of broken philosophies
crackle in the blaze of my quill.

Be as that may,
to burn is destined
to be burnt too is destined.

தமிழில் -


In the garden of the hermit
who worships the one true God of his faith,
lives a honeybee
that fleetingly drinks the nectar
of many a flower.