Painting & Poetry:
The Starry Night
Painting: Vincent van Gogh
Momila
The romantic melody of my poetry:
this night!
running away from the frontier of words
I am caught in the whirlwind of your curved sketches.
In this moment,
both the lashing of the whirlwind and its depth
are dear to me!
In the warfare of a word with word itself
simply the discovery of words alone,
the elegant mutiny of nature:
this night!
leave me alone wordless
in the world of paintings as silent poetry!
Time’s grand sighs:
This night!
hoping whether to reach somewhere
I, in your canvass valley
am ascending
the deconstructed black hill
of my conscience!
Where are you engraved
into the sixth-sensual-epitaph of the painting!
The fi reworks of sorrows :
this night!
I, in the fragrance of your pains,
am going blues.
How much pain can stay together
in the distance between two stars?
Death, diviner than life:
this night!
How much I have loved this surreal distance!
The last voyage of this starry night!
to spread like your love-sky
I desire to be a prostitute beloved of your time.
Like you
I too am an outsider
of my time!
But, remembering the love-laden rest of civilization:
this cyber night!
I shall not talk of suicide any more !
Night after all is shadow
Spilled over the face of light!
(This Poem is based on the painting ‘The Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh)
Translation: Kumar Nagarkoti
