10 May 2010

Dr.T. PRITHVI RAJ
TRANSLATED
HAIKU POETRY

Dusky grows the world
The moon perches on th’ tree
Along with the birds

The glow - worm - stars reach
around the moon in the blue
Make her lovely too

How many a fruit
did th’ parrot bite with its beak
That turned reddy deep

With the warbling birds
at dawn, the well does chirp too
through its pulley – creak

The bee alone’d feel
the age and pulse o’ every flower
with its natural grace !

The blossoms have dropped
in the lap of mother earth
to take their cool rest


The autumn flows off
all flowers down to dusty earth -
a flash in the dark sky.

The wind’s blowing fast
lo ! the music in chorus
made by the dried leaves

In down-pour of rain
I've sheltered there beneath
a big sieve of tree !

The bird is tiny
But its voice is too, too loud
in the deep, dark vale !

A marvel it is -
the creation of Haiku -
God’s Unique picture


The frogs in the well
their comrade is the tortoise
besides them the moon

A colourful bridge
that spans across the earth and sky
- the architect rain

Rain-fed earth's perfume
Excels jasmine's sweetest scent
That inebriates

The garden of flowers
the owner owns, butterflies
are th’ gard’ner's friends

The down-pour of rain
and the sun somewhere has hid
as my sheltered self !

Like moonlight is froth
flows like beats of bubles white
the toddy filled pot

the gentle showers
perhaps desirous of bath
- the crows quivered on wires


Lo! the rising sun
hardly extinguised at all
ev'n springing from th’ sea

How glum are those leaves
to see the butterflies make
love to lovely flowers

The moon is just one
but countless her refelctions
on sea, lake and pond !

The sight of a kite
makes the hen a fighting cock
the motherly fowl


The clouded river
there she ducks and dives and swims
- the silvery moon

A marionette
each, the lotus and sunflower
in the hands of th’ sun

At the touch of spring
the bud tingles in to sweat
of virgin blushes

The kiss of the shower
makes recoil the Touch-me-not
out of shyness sheer.

When it gently rains
the earth - worms incognito
does cease in full cheer

What if devoid of
that heart-easing fragrance sweet
these fair grassy flowers

Cocks and crows do make
their rival noise to awake
th’ drowsy world from sleep !

All enter the house
But with our nod of assent
but the morning ray


The babe on my heart
its lullaby is its beat
that lulls it to sleep

The tree though barren
yields shade; though it gives no shade
beauty it doth shed !

Flung a little stone,
The music of water seen
A circl'd picture !


By the river side
as we walk the shore along
our shadows move fast.

The stirred images
On the glassof waters pure
soon - they come alive

Lo ! this isle of life
the buffets of ebb and flow
and the shore of bruise

The hopes droop and drop
from the tree of penury
like fresh blighted blooms

On the drum of heart
the music ever lasting
-Life’s sweet melody

The callous young ones
that cut at their native roots
drive their 'old' to homes

Our saline tears spring
from the bottom of our heart
The heart that’s the sea

Nature drenched in full
dripping down there pearly drops -
its a tearful life.

Crickets make in vain
their ceaseless unending wail,
- the vespers o' the poor !


The mile stones of years
in the long journey of life
- they mark through the way

The tombs yearly bleached
still parade the human love
e’en i’ the modern world


Behold there, the birds
Befriendship the buffalos ;
why, then, men hate men

Dire struggle for life
the girl, walking on the rope
like a bird that creeps

The sea won't encroach
many a river despite,
by humility taught

Betwixt light and dark
the tides of life come and go
as the light house turns

Streaming forth they go
in nerves and in lukewarm blood
all my pains and thoughts

The doves for e’er dwell
in fanes but the devotees
and the priest, an hour !

I’ve but childern two
like the bright sun and the moon
- unlike myriad stars

The poor man is like
a planet- and his desires
Revolving sat'llites !

A man loves 'dog-shows'
In every so-called city !
but who loves his kind ?

Beauty clinics thrive
but to serve your form without
who serves th' soul within?


As long as there’s life
so long our love remain
in dust, it blooms for age.

He has passed away
and solumn silence reigned
in the murky room

Time snaps away lives
as the heavens do the moon
the incessant game

Leaves redeem in turn
Mother tree's indebtedness
being its manure

When Death crawls awake
Life, then, from its active play
Lapses into sleep !

The plant feels cheerful
that it bears a bud but then
it’s sad th' flower might droop


The wind blowing, drop
the yellowish leaves, like-wise
our bodies, wind gone

Like pilgrims we come
from mother's womb, to the tomb
like pilgrims we go !

It’s God’s bane or boon
that all creatures small and great
are born to perish

Why sadden our hearts
for the departed ones, we
breathe the breath they left

Drop and droop those flowers
beautiful that bring us fruit
it’s for us they do !

Again, I became
a child among these children,
when it ceased to rain !



Sweet reminscence
of that innocent childhood
- a dream of the past

The mother - maestro
sings her sweetest melodies
the babe’s lulled to sleep

A caterpiller
I welcome with all my heart
th’ would be butterfly

Were I a fair flower
butter flies would flirt with me...
how lucky’d it be !

My heart’s full of joy,
to see th’ sparrow build her nest
that’s built in my heart.

From the recluse’s cell
the sweeat sparrows’ twitterings haunt
- meditaiton fled.

If I were a bird
how wonderull it could be
I would own a nest

I’m beneath the tree
its coolest shade to enjoy
besides the birds’ song

The twittering sparrows
make festive noise round the house
feeding ears of corn

I wish I would see
the fair rainbow in the sky
if it deigns to rain

The pitchness of dark
the glow-warms might miss their way
while home - wards they go.



Lo! The rising sun
Hardly extinguished at all
Ev’n springing from th’ sea

Could a kite, then fly
on its still, motionless wings?
yes, what a marvel !

Stark indifference
of the rainbow'd butterflies
at the sight of buds

The great lovely void ...
there the baseless orbs revolve
in the infinite blue

What ever be the seed
the hue that sporuts is but green
Lo! the myriad hues

The infinite dyes
Intarr’d so for in the mud
now glaze forth in light

In the routine race,
Pursuing the self same space
day and night do change

The myriad hues
do blaze not only on earth
The rainbow in th' void

It’s dark-birds return
to their nests, fly again
- the solar eclipse

Where is the divide
That the sun breaks day from night
where lies it on earth !

The tree that is hewn
falls collapsed before the house
the house - a hewn tree

I have not the heart
to fell down the tree though dried
its beauty still haunts

My grand pa had sown
that centinarian tree
- that reminds of him.


The plant i have grown
is my signature that lives
to the end of time

The cricket’s chorus
ended no sooner begun
- the solar eclipse

The roving glow-warms
beautyfy the dark of night
with their twinkling light

praying to the night
the whistlings of the crikets
for the dawn to break,

The white floating flakes
of the lovelier cotton smooth
beautify the wind.

The moon that always
comes and goes his usual way
now gropes in th’ dark night


Nonplussed where to go
in the desert of the dark
grope the stars- the moon.

Love me as you've done
till now, I'll be born again
a flower from the dust

A tus'le in the morn
has kept us far both apart
th’ cold night, made us one

The man for the fish
the fish forthe fatal bait;
gull’d both fish and bait

Amidst the thistles
of the thorny wilderness
smiles a pretty flower

Scarce the ray of Th’ sun
pierces through the forest dense
Not a ray can pierce.


The lovely blue sky
would seem dull and desolate
but for th' cheerful birds

On goes life's voyage
the boat with the beat of sound
of lub-dub, lub-dub !

O’er the cosmic life
there comes the undeclared war
- of a ghastly storm

Those that are buried
and those that are cremated
are dust so love it

What ever be the soil
The hue of sprout is the same
so be it with men

In deep sleep some dream
unremembered now has gone
dissolved in my eyes


Lo! The rear of night
budding blooms in th' eastern-sky
There the dappled dawn

Every little shower
paints a circle there, upon
the watery glass

The flowers that have dropped
do adore their mother earth
by touching here feat

Willy -nilly, god
plays with life and death of man
without man’s asking.

The wiled wind swoops up
the dark clouds across the blue
in fright they take flight

The myriad stars
are like the moths that flock round
- the bright orb of flame


Matches fall a prey
to candles... they know not why !
th' candles do, for light.

We've made a conquest
of birds in their flight; but we
Do in constant fear !

What if one is blind
the mind’s eye can guess and see
Umpteen rainbow-dreams !

Victor, be not proud
of thy conquests loud but vain
death thy victor waits !

The planets revolve
In their orbits steadily
but men swerve thro' hate

How the goat, grazing
the posters pornographic,
warns man o’ propriety


Trod beneatlh my feet
the dust pulsates into art
in the potter’s hand