Wednesday, November 21, 2007


I have been trying my hands at poetry for a few months now, but this was my first , wrote a few months ago...

I'm not too good at literary translations, but the the below is how I could translate the same in English:

Wringing-wet in New York rain
Trying to see me dry
Realized in pain
How lonely am I...!

1 comment:

GK said...


Your loneliness is not alone.

". . .in the beginning there was Existence alone - One only, without a second. He, the One, thought to himself: let me be many, let me grow forth. Thus out of himself he projected the universe; and having projected out of himself the universe, he entered into every being. . . He is the truth. He is the Self. And that, Svataketu, THAT ART THOU."
(Chandogya Upanisad, Chap. VI)

The blog is the universe!

Happy Pongal!