Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
A clutter..
Sometimes when it becomes difficult to forget, I concentrate on insignificant things.. what are they? maybe the curtain, maybe the cobwebs, the disarray of tins on my kitchen shelf similar to my thoughts, I try to put them in order both the tins on my shelf and the thoughts in my mind, the tins are easy, but my mind doesnt budge...My mind is a clutter now, the posts on this blog reflecting that..
Tragedy on Stage-Translation
Only darkness remained on stage,
When suddenly the electricity played truant,
and the loudspeakers emiitted silence quietly,
Half spoken by the hero, unheard by the heroine,
The lovelorn dialogues went in search of the generator,
All ready for the next tragic scene,
Now outbursts, cries and flashlights,
descended amongst the audience
to enjoy a smoke in the darkness,
On the keyboard a war waged
between the anthem that was ready
to be sung when the curtains came down,
and the dissonance that was ready
to announce the villain's arrival.
Light and sound parted from each other
pondering over their own demise,
Wondering at the same time
about their next stage, their next performance.
Reshmi
Translation of a malayalam poem "Tragedy" by T.P. Vinod
When suddenly the electricity played truant,
and the loudspeakers emiitted silence quietly,
Half spoken by the hero, unheard by the heroine,
The lovelorn dialogues went in search of the generator,
All ready for the next tragic scene,
Now outbursts, cries and flashlights,
descended amongst the audience
to enjoy a smoke in the darkness,
On the keyboard a war waged
between the anthem that was ready
to be sung when the curtains came down,
and the dissonance that was ready
to announce the villain's arrival.
Light and sound parted from each other
pondering over their own demise,
Wondering at the same time
about their next stage, their next performance.
Reshmi
Translation of a malayalam poem "Tragedy" by T.P. Vinod
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