A Friend Of The Blue Void

The distant valleys
Surround the blue hills, 
Which connect the 
Earth with the sky.
Sleeping forever,
Looking at the void.

She knows that he is none
Other than the friend of the
Eternal blue void.
Who says the path to 
Salvation is the way to ascension.
Who says the door to
Heaven is opened.
 
The desire is to ask 
The distant mountains, 
Why so far away !!
It is decorated like an abyss, 
Lift it from the sky.
It is said to be blue, whole.
Bake in a saucepan.
Flowers, sandalwood dwells, 
Drives the mind of the
Weary traveler.
He shakes his hand 
And calls out look at 
The blue, the blue, the sky,
The soil are the same.
The journey is over for me …
The beginning is new of life.
 
The seasons change here, 
With the sari covered with
Pants, her swollen chest.
Time goes by in silence.
At times, the fire is burning
In the rocks, at night, 
In the illusions of the " lichumala."
It is dark and exciting.
The music of death is heard
 In the burning valleys.
 
When the weather changes,
The hills are covered with
White, brown clouds
Crying out loud,
The stone eyes 
Rolled up in tears.
The greenery returns
To the burnt ground. 
 
One day as a kid,
I used to draw notes 
Sunsets, and honeymoon 
Fountains. Still mind blowing.
Cloudy skies, nightmares, 
Fog, and nighttime 
Cold spells.
I rush to the distant
Hills in a daze.
Ascend to the top,
Raise my finger and touch 
The void of the sky.
Couldn't. 
 
As I stepped forward, 
The hills moved away.
Again I come back and
Go back into my cell.
 
Ever since I was a child, 
I have heard the call of
The mountain, my love,
My enchanted soul.
 
In the Ujuda valley
Today It's not hidden
The face of the blue hill
Don't look at the clouds
' Mamu bhanaja Deul.' 
 
Look at the resolution !! 
The burden of a long-held
False dream on the back,
As much as the bitterness of 
Thirst, sorrow, and depression
On the back of the throat,
Is buried in the valley. 
The burden of a long-held
False dream on his back, 
As much as the 
Bitterness of his throat, 
I will bury all the sadness 
And depression in the 
Valley of the Dead.
I will climb to the top, 
I will climb the inaccessible 
Hill, the path of liberation
In search.

The path is not easy
To walk! The stone of 
A friend in ' Kantaban ' 
is stumbling 
and the blood is dripping 
From the body.
Leaving the bloody 
Stains, wear on 
Forehead tilak wins
The struggle of life !!

I'm going to sing
The music of life, 
Leaving behind a lot of
Poetic pain, frustration 
For the wayward man.
 
It's not too far away, 
My dear friend's village.
The end of the 
Climbing festival.
 
The body is blue and 
The rest are dead.
I'm not here man, 
Woman, or club.
The eternal code of life 
Written in the stone of
Eternal sleep !!

As I know, rocks are 
Not invisible, they are 
Transformed rocks.
The electrons revolve 
Around the nucleus. 
The seeds of life are
 New. Probably !!
 
Opening the door 
To the void is the 
Beleaguered 
Hilly girl in her arms
Probably a factor as 
to why they're doing so poorly,
As much as life is thirsty 
Will be maintained, 
Tears welled up in the eyes 
Of the clouds.
 
Weeping clouds, gray hills,
Flowing into the blue sea ..
In the mountains, like 
My drawing khata
Sing the new song of
The springs of 
' Kalanadini Jharna.'
In the morning !!

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