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 nephew 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 !!