English poems

Hey krishna... I am singining incessantly are you not hearing?  are my attempts futile?  i gave you a crown of peacock feathers i gave you a bowl of cheese even the cows and koels in courtyard listens attentively then why this avoidance?  is it to test me?  what else i have to say?  what else i have to sing?  at last dusk has come. moon and sun faces each other i am standing here aloof, alone. 

dear sun never rise in horizon let us taste the night to the fullest its mysterious silence and sensousness the husky voice of nightingale the melted piece of moon in bluish plate with she in my arms and my face in her breast she fell as rain, grew as a plant in my courtyard with she in my lap, covered in sheet we sat at window still expecting something

children as flowers danced on the courtyard butterflies mistook them and alighted on them in delight.... 

wher were you my dear flower which has now blossomed in my courtyard where were the dew, that now stick to its petals?  i think everything has its own time to appear and dissappear so is my love.... 

Where did i go wrong?  At which lanes of life?  On which lawns of eternity?  From where did i go astray?  From the dreams of my gods Defying the hopes of my loved ones Why did i dissociate my identity?  Why did i allow myself to vapourise and fly up above in air?  Why did i pluralize my singleton identity?  yet i simper in front of my mirror yet i resuscitate and love life with bliss. 

As child in womb lies sun in my body the sun of love its despair and whisperings