Anjit July 26, 2018

Shiv Kumar Batalvi If I walk on a moonlit night, My shadow walks beside me, O my life. Moonlight hides in every lane, Which lane should I take? O my life. The night-scents are vigilant, And the wind is soothing, O my life. I am ignorant about these rays of moonlight, Will I awaken one? […]

Anjit July 25, 2018

Shiv Kumar Batalvi The Request The sun that you stole Was mine. The house that you threw into darkness, Was mine. The sunshine that smiles in your home, is mine. My life is bleak without it, The odor of my grief is heavy on it, It was mine yesterday and is mine today. It is […]

Anjit July 24, 2018

Shiv Kumar Batalvi Butterflies I catch butterflies, I catch butterflies. From the beautiful Flower-scented garden Of life, I catch Golden-colored, blue, Shimmering and yellow ones! I think that if catch them all, From the entire forest. I will jab their butterfly wings To their shoulder. But whenever I try to catch them, My heart begins […]

Anjit July 20, 2018

Shiv Kumar Batalvi The Pan Of Sorrows I will give you the grain of tears, Roast my sorrows in your pan, O, tender of the fire. Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia, Roast my sorrows in your pan. I am late already, The shadows are fading, The cattle have returned, From the forest. The […]

Anjit July 17, 2018

Shiv Kumar Batalvi Say Something Say a word, say something O my dark beloved! Stir spring into my life! O my dark beloved! If you stir spring into my life, I will become a doe. In the dense garden of your beauty I will forage for fragrance. If you shoot arrows of separation at me […]

Anjit July 13, 2018

Shiv Kumar Batalbi To Be A Bird I wish that I could be a bird That I could fly, that I could sing, That I could touch untouchable peaks, That I could forget the roads of the world, And never return. I would bath luxuriously Drinking long sips of water. By the shore of a […]

Anjit July 12, 2018

Shiv Kumar Batalvi Listen mother Listen, mother, My songs are eyes Stinging with grains of separation. In the middle of the night , They wake and weep for dead friends. Mother, I cannot sleep. Upon them I lay strips of moonlight Soaked in perfume, But the pain does not recede. I foment them With warm […]

Anjit July 9, 2018

Shiv Kumar Batalvi A Borrowed Song Give me, O Lord A few more songs. My fire is dying, Give me a spark. At a very young age I exhausted every sorrow. For my youth Give me a fresh pain. Give me a song, like youth itself, Beautiful, magical. Like the redness of a rising day […]

Anjit June 7, 2018

Shiv Kumar Batalvi Turbaned On Like a branch of the pomegranate tree, We lie here, swaying slowly, o turbaned one. Turbaned one, black of heart, Swaying slowly, o turbaned one. Like the eyes of a wild deer, Burning in the forest, o turbaned one. Turbaned one, black of heart, Burning in the forest, o turbaned […]

Anjit June 6, 2018

Shiv Kumar Batalvi The Accusation My friend , You have accused me Of stealing the color from a butterfly Of your town. I tore out of some garden, you say, A sapling of gulmohar And planted it In a desolate and barren cemetery. Just as the coral tree Has bitter roots, So, in my heart, […]