Selective Amnesia There was a point to this. But I forgot.

A love poem

More translations, this time it is Kannadasan, Illayaraaja, K.J Yesudas and Kamalhassan

where can the river go, but to the sea
where can the river go, but to the sea
the waiting flower it is for the bee

a dice throw pitched us together
I will hold you, treasure,
as I fight fate, bitter fate

I quite like the way this has come out. Chenthil tells me I have a patented free-verse style. So I shall exercise my IP, and build on my style.

bittersweet love, delirious dreams
I held on
my iris, my precious,
you were all my reason
my only theory
I lived a life to be yours,
your shadow, your image
Overlooked as I am, forgotten as today
you’ve moved on.
I am an idol without temple, a war without end
no peace, no salvation without you.