Zen poems


These rain drops

Fresh and full

Drenched in the

Touch of sky

Come dancing

Like a naughty child



A kite


Looks like a swinging dot

At the top of sky

And lifts the firmament

On her wings

Without any efforts


A kite




Disappeared into sight

And fragranced

Like a smile

Tucked in twinkling bells

Flowed in

Grace of complex Raga




Of your cordial sight

Brushed my being

And there bloomed

A flower

Of creative death



I went on


Like a speeding stream

Of your prime touch



A tremble

Of soft velvet feet

Of rain drops

On smooth running

River spread

Made a fine pictography

And its calligraphy


The delicacy of its footwork



Fractured sound

Of crow

Cracks the darkness

Before dawn




In and out

With the caress of

Vitalizing morning breeze



With the zest of wind

Clouds cuddled

In fun

And every leaf of forest


In playing cymbal



This wave

Of ocean

Is a secret

Of ever new secrets

Of beauty



Melodious vocal notes

As a running line of

Beautiful serpent

Is an ecstasy

With mystic variations



The moon

Relaxed in water


In every moment of mine



Court yard

Court yard of my house

Is a decoration

With the spread of

Parijat flowers

And floating aroma

Impregnate holiness




In the veins

Sing songs of brook


“My existence”

Is for name sake



Every leaf

Has turned

Into a forest of silence

And it dawns

Into a spiritual ecstasy



Light and delighted smile

That rested on your lips

Make someone transform

Into a melodious song




Tossed on rock

Framing a peacock feather

By the spray of drops




When I am sleepless

I deep my legs in earth

And stand

I cover my body

With shawl

Decorated by heavenly stars


I sleep there standing



If you are able to be a salt particle

Then you can be as big as mighty ocean

And there you can get soaked in moonlight




Dew drop

Make my moments

Refract through



Sky questions,

Am I non-expression

Or expression




Is my smile

Really mine

Or yours



The moment

Cheerful chirping

Of morning birds

Is heard by night

Darkness initiates melting



I have not spoken

To you yet

I am longing

To touch your dumbness



Birds come here flying

And fly away from here

And automatically

Get metamorphosed

Into a memory



Smaller the man

Stronger is the attraction

Of fences and walls

Sky is so enormous

And you have never seen a gate to it

Great soles never build gates or walls

Wind heralded



Every leaf of the tree

Goes on dancing

And while in this intoxication

Reads my heart



I loiter in crowd

In their mean

Mental editions





Green vegetation

Is cautious

Of our hunger

Original Konkani poems of RAMESH  BHAGAVANT VELUSKAR translated by Miss Simantini Ramesh Veluskar.

About author

Ramesh Bhagvant Veluskar
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Ramesh Bhagvant Veluskar is an esteemed Konkani poet, novelist and translator. He used to teach Konkani, Marathi and Hindi in St.Andrew’s High school, Goa-Velha, from 1969-2002. He has been honored with several awards including, Kala Academy Puraskar, Sahitya Academy Puraskar for Saulgori, State Cultural Reward for creating National Literature etc.

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