Songs of Separation

The pangs of separation ever melt and flow

into songs through my poetic heart, a home
for sufferings and joy; this overspreading pain
seeps from that deepened loves and desires.

The songs of separation spread in the world

giving birth to innumerable shapes in the sky
gazing in silence all nights from star to star
becoming lyric in rustling leaves in darkness.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 84

Henry Victor          14.12.2012

 

Breakable Bowl

You made me, this breakable bowl
with endless potentials which is your principle
pleasure, and you constantly empty
ever to fill with lively fresh life.

This little flute you carry in your hand
over hills and vales carries your constant breath,
your multiple melodies, making my little heart
lose its limits giving birth, in joy, to ineffable chants.
 
Your infinite gifts continuously come to me
on these tiny and feeble hands of mine
where for aeons you have poured on them
your blessings and still, for more, there is room.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 01

Henry Victor          09.09.2012