In the splitting moments
I tried in vain to become a tree
The mind tree of my past
have collapsed into pieces
The thought that I am not still alone
rise from the depths of the heart
and just fades
The arrogance of rotten corpses,
school friendships that have become
dried up rivers
No, never these trees, these sculptures,
sunshine nor the soil
will ever identify us
They all have gone after
newer terrains of human
thoughts
No one wants to refresh
their acquaintance with
this soul swollen with pain
Are the twigs of trees en route
contain the essence of self cooked
agonies
They chain us again and again
in the labyrinth of endless queries
The life truths extended by twigs
The momentous emotions galore
The eternally mute chemistry of those
Who seek pleasure in multiple directions
I have not yet learned anything
Longing to grow in the sprouting tree
of infancy I ended up kissing
the ripe surfaces of grief
when my infancy, adolescence,
those boats that have left its moorings
grow as branches of my freedom
I seek myself in mystic plateaus
Have anyone seen me?
trans:saj mathews
