Strange are the bonds..

Being back from home, I was just cleaning up my realm in our flat (exact half of a shelf). I happened to flap through one of my old diaries, and a paper slip fell down. It was the poem by Madhusoodanan Nair, which he recited in the movie "Daivathinte vikruthikal" (God's mischieves). The poem sings beautifully about the worries of an Anglo-Indian who had to leave his home in Kerala to France.

On a sudden impulse, I attempted a quick translation. Here is it. :-) A human mind which refuses to let go the treasures, and holds on to it passionately..

Waking me up from deep sleep of darkness
You bestowed me the hued feather of life
And the sky for my wings to flap in too
And gifted a nest on the branch of your soul ..

Where else do I smell you..
Even in blossoms or in soft breeze
Where else do I find the river which -
You fill yourself with the life melting away..
Where else is the sky you spread yourself
With the petal of your dreams..

Even while the nightingale cries
And the lullaby of a stream dies out ..
And, in my dreams when a hard stone
Turns into sweetest fruit..
And, time loses its stride..
Yet my heart is bound to yours ..
And, I seek refuge in you ..


Can't let go..
I can't let myself go from your heart
Whichever paradise beckons me ..
My heaven is when I burn and melt myself
To the depths of your soul...
Dissolving myself in you .. is the eternal truth..