*THE ALBUM OF THE NUPTIAL ROOM
OR SHE SPEAKS*
Jayan k cherian
Sindoor on the parting of her hair
The sign on the horn of the animal
condemned to be slaughtered...
The nuptial bed is the deathbed of jasmines...
The lantern hung itself to death on the roof...
The river that flowed onto the wallpaper...
The wind imprisoned on the painting on the wall...
The earth perched on the axis on the table...
The sun shrunk to the table lamp....
The nuptial room is the death room of light and scent
The poisonous milk of love...
The arena of fleshfighters Love is just a flash in it....
The womb is the eternal habiscus of pains.
No, I will never dream of stars again.
Transilated By :Ajit Zakarias
Copyright © 1998 Jayan K.Cherian