SIBICHELVAN’S POEMS IN ENGLISH Rendered in English by Latha Ramakrishnan

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Yes of course, everything remains in that moment, they say

Have you seen that moment? They ask.

Those who have seen spin tales aplenty about that moment;

Those who haven’t are always speaking about it and nothing else.

It goes to show that none has forgotten that moment.

Thus that moment lives in each and every moment.

Therefore that moment is being blessed with eternity,

observes the philosopher.

The existentialist mocks at it.

Thus when that moment was being spent

Another moment is being born anew.


there comes into being another moment

exactly as the earlier one.

Of these not knowing which is real

and which is superficial

the moment is struggling momentarily.


everything remains in that moment.


At dawn I left

heading towards the town with the waterfalls

Soon as I alighted the bus

the town’s afternoon welcomed me.

‘It would be wonderful to bathe in the waterfalls

Your heart would be eased of all pressures’, said the Noon.

The oil-massaging expert came after us, chasing.

Said oil-massage would cool the body;

Further it is also good for health _

So he went on, pursuing.

Asking him to give oil-massaging to noontime

I made it sit on a rock.

Pouring oil onto the top of afternoon and massaging

it with hands He screamed.

That 990 was the heat of that afternoon

the oil-massager gave a weather report.

A sachet of shampoo and also a sandal soap

I bought and gave and took along the afternoon also

to bathe in the waterfalls with me.

The waterfalls which till that time was jumping topsy-turvy

hearing the afternoon yelling joyously “Oh waterfalls! Oh waterfalls!”

suddenly turned and leapt backwards.

I was bathing in it , happiness-personified

With the shampoo’s foam swelling so white

the waterfalls was swelling, flowing overflowing


Standing in one corner the afternoon is watching it

relishing it to its heart’s content.


It was flowing with its exclusive musical sound

“Oh lass, oh lady” I called aloud.

As if not hearing she moved on swiftly.

“What is her name?”

“What is her name?”

I asked.

He who stood nearby said “Kaveri”.

“Kaveri, Oh Kaveri”, cried I and ran after her.

Even then she was running as if not hearing my call,

being cross with me.

Thinking that she couldn’t hear me because of the roaring cataract

I asked it to keep quiet for a little while,

and, calling aloud “Kaveri, Oh Kaveri” again and again

pursued her.

Thinking that she couldn’t understand my call

I called out in Telugu.

Even then she moved on without looking back

He who was near me observed that

I would better call out in Kannada.

I called out in Kannada “Kaveri, Oh Kaveri”

But, before Kaveri could turn and look

The sea had arrived..


On its own the journey had begun.

Some hours, faraway,

All others not pre-planned,

went on.

In many a milestone

they’ve written the name of an ailment

in languages not in vogue till then.

In milestones, sometimes they’ve written

the journey’s age and sometimes

the ‘volume’ of the disease.

As they’ve kept hidden

the distance of one’s destination

We are journeying all too hastily, agitatedly ,

through a terrible, challenging

want of time.

Your compasses won’t work here;

your GPS instruments won’t.

Gadgets that measure your pressure

and your ECG machine

and your treadmills

Further your ultra-modern scientific devices

don’t come to your aid.

Those who you had firmly believed

would accompany you

are waving hands, bidding goodbye to you.

At the instant when you realize

that no name nor ailment nor life

is inscribed in your journey’s unforeseen milestone

the word Nature would be written in that.

But, then your eyes would be almost closed.

How would you read Nature?


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