Two hearts tossed
Into a vast valley -
Waiting on a hilltop
For clouds to appear
...
Little crystal dewdrop
Trembling daughter of the morning,
On the tip of a leaf of thyme
What are you doing on the hill?
...
I also sketch
See the spring season
In the fields
...
The hammock sways ever so slowly
In the gentle breeze
Of a hot summer afternoon
As I, lost in reverie, gaze up
...
Holding onto your reflection
Captivates my mind
Gripping it with my body
Slowly, sinking down into
...
Envelopes arrive from
Foreign lands
Carrying letters once held
By other hands
...
My soul has the naïvety of a glittering entity
Of a snow in February
Ah!We return to the threshold of childhood
On a pathway toward prayer
...
Concealed in my raincoat,
I walk in cozy abandon
Through mist and rain
With my hands dug deeply
...
Always within myself I keep a profound sadness
The etched friendship of an adorable child
For whom her death sounded the fatal ivory horn
Because she was beautiful, and gracious and blonde
...
Qui possède ces bois, je pense que je sais
Sa maison est dans le village bien que
Il ne me verra pas m'arrêter ici
Regarder ses bois se remplir de neige.
...
Let petit chien jouet est couvert de poussière
Mais robuste et stanch el se tient;
Et le petit soldat est rouge de rouille
Et le mousquet moule dans ses mains.
...
All those years ago
I must have been five
No, maybe six years old -
I do remember
...
These faithful birds teach me
How to consider loyalty
The drake, as a faithful partner, lives a good life
I am moody and fickle
...
The wind, like a ghost
Whispers -
The shadow of the dead
Walks out of life
...
In the pavilion
Painting elegant villa -
In water pavilion
To brew tea -
...
Je pense que je ne verrais jamais
Un poème charmant comme un arbre.
Un arbre dont la bouche affamée se plaquait
...
Creo que nunca veré
Un poema tan encantador como un árbol.
Un árbol cuya boca hambrienta está apretado
...
Ex Libris Artist)
Love And Dreams
Two hearts tossed
Into a vast valley -
Waiting on a hilltop
For clouds to appear
Tormented
Longing for a tempest
To snatch the souls
Transforming them
Into white clouds
Of two spirits -
Clouds arrived early
Bleak, hopeless and desolate.
Wow dear poet Reva, you have a great artistic skill in this art, you weave words so elegantly. Loved reading this lovely poem today. Keep writing. Wish you a long long poetic journey. Subhas