Folk Poems
In Praise of Ispha 2015
by Rudra Kinshuk
In the Early Morning
In the early morning
I wake up from sleep
when the dark still crawls near
the misty horizon.
I sharpen my big sword,
strong and bright.
......
Meditations on Matricide 2012
by Rudra Kinshuk
Aung San Suu Kyi: My Dark Mother
For you the rivers
wait an endless wait
For you new leaves wait
in the ancient seeds of lullaby
For you the sun waits
in front of a baby-earth
I see everything, while floating
......
Fragrant Anchors 2013
by Rudra Kinshuk
IN SEARCH OF HOME
I descend into the tunnel,
spiral darkness on the way.
Stripped fears turn
to romances of adventure.
White candles burn
in the tiger’s yellow eyes.
Shaken-off
......
In Praise of Ispha 2015
by Rudra Kinshuk
In the Early Morning
In the early morning
I wake up from sleep
when the dark still crawls near
the misty horizon.
I sharpen my big sword,
strong and bright.
......
Fragrant Anchors 2013
by Rudra Kinshuk
IN SEARCH OF HOME
I descend into the tunnel,
spiral darkness on the way.
Stripped fears turn
to romances of adventure.
White candles burn
in the tiger’s yellow eyes.
Shaken-off
......
Meditations on Matricide 2012
by Rudra Kinshuk
Aung San Suu Kyi: My Dark Mother
For you the rivers
wait an endless wait
For you new leaves wait
in the ancient seeds of lullaby
For you the sun waits
in front of a baby-earth
I see everything, while floating
......
