slaughter house

the morning  sun lost

in darkness

Kernels , Spring Issue 2013 (Ed. An'ya)

the whirlwind           

in the winter evening           

broken mirror                 

my mother gently gathers                   

in between hot arguments                   

der Wirbelwind

am Winterabend

zerbrochne Spiegelstücke

behutsam von meiner Mutter eingesammelt

bei heftigem Wortwechsel

- Chrysanthemum-13, April 2013          

waves after waves --                

the argumentative couple        

decides for a break                  

Welle um Welle --

das streitbare Paar

entscheidet auf Unterbrechung

*****

clatters of sparrow --              

someone still with                     

my loneliness                          

Sperlingsgetrippel

jemand bleibt mit

in meiner Einsamkeit

Chrysanthemum 13, April 2013

Sunset--

the beggar lights up

candle of faith           

Asahi Shimbun, 5.4.2013 (Ed David McMurray)

falling leaves--

the fish jumps back

into thin sound

*****

sunshine--

shoe-boy reconfirms

his own reflection

- Published in Sharpening the Green Pencil, 2013

From My Memory Book

Pravat Kumar Padhy

Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India

The lone landmass is surrounded by water body of great Chilka lake in Odisha along the east coast of India. The barefooted, half-clad boat-man embraces the murmuring breeze and recites the age-old folk song for the Goddess Kalijai.

When we reach the island, he starts narrating the mythological importance of the place. The temple bell rings with the muse of wavy water all around. Our tutorial guide elaborates the geology of the rock exposures. As an amateur earth science student, my mind prompts me quickly to pick up a few pieces of rock, born millions years ago!

In the evening we return back carrying the pleasant memories. In the college reopening day, my professor delivers a lecture on the rise of the Himalaya out of a gigantic ancient ocean, the Tethys Sea. It is an awesome story. I compare and contrast my field trip- the lone landmass encircled by the Chilka lake!

migratory bird

flies in boundless sky

I wake up  

with morning sun sketching

the colorful rainbow wings

Atlas Poetica 13, November, 2012 (Ed.  M Kei)

bird’s song--

I wish to translate into

my mother tongue

Mu International, Fifth Issue, 2013 (Eds. Thom Williams, Jon-Michael Franka and  Danielle Buchanan)