Deer- Kishore Chaudhary's writing translated

In wilderness of sand, broken leg caught in an iron trap, in the faint of unbearable pain, the deer thrashes with three useless legs. Deer, who is love. Drowned in semiconsciousness, waiting for his lover, the hunter. An inert race between death and dawn.

As distant as his lips and as thirsty, the extinguishing light in the deer's eyes. In these moments of torment, the hunter sleeps unknowing, in shade of darkness, somewhere. The voice of the deer's sinking heart is being pulled into the earth's back. He struggles in the trap, helpless.

On everyone's forehead, there is a little ash, of love gone by.

I am an aghori. Who sits on the terrace and drifting sand fills the dry cup.

Absolutely awesome writing by Kishore Choudhary. I did the best I could in my attempt to translate.. :)

रेत के बीहड़ में लोहे के फंदे में फंसी एक टूटी हुई टांग के साथ असहनीय दर्द की मूर्छा लिए हुये तीन सामर्थ्यहीन टांगों से छटपटाता है हिरण। हिरण, जो कि एक प्रेम है। अर्धचेतना में डूबा अपने महबूब शिकारी की प्रतीक्षा में रत। मृत्यु और भोर के बीच एक निश्चेष्ट होड़।

उसके होठों जितनी दूर और उतनी ही प्यासी, बुझती हुई हिरण के आँखों की रोशनी। इस तड़प के वक़्त बेखबर शिकारी सो रहा है जाने किस अंधेरे की छांव। हिरण के डूबते दिल की आवाज़ समा रही है धरती की पीठ में। वह तड़पता है फंदे में बेबस और लाचार।

सबकी पेशानी पर है प्रेम के अतीत की थोड़ी सी राख़।

मैं एक अघोरी हूँ। जो बैठा हुआ हुआ है छत पर और रेत उड़ उड़ कर गिर रही है सूखे प्याले में।

“Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?” 
—Raymond Carver
“There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to that love? What happened to it, is what I'd like to know. I wish someone could tell me.”
―Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

Happy Ganesh Chaturthi !

He is a Muslim boy, son of labourers, who comes to my home for studying. Some years ago, when he was stiil a tiny fellow, he would be hugely excited by new  school books. He would sit with my husband for hours patiently covering them with brown paper, sticking on the labels.And when he was done, he wanted to leave them at our home.When I asked why, he told me his home was not like mine, it was galeez(dirty)There were too many rats who nibbled on everything, potatoes, tomatoes, clothes.When I asked why do they not use rat traps or rat poison to kill them, he gave me the look. They are Ganesha's friends. Didn't I know that?He would never harm them.Evenings, he loved the ritual of my lighting agarbattis and stood with me hands folded, eyes closed in prayer.He is twelve now and I can see him changing fast as he enters adolescence.Today he phoned and told us that he will not be coming as there is a Ganesh Chaturthi function going on in the Sai temple and he wanted to dance.I just hope that the Almighty, by whatever name we call him, will keep the beauty in this child's heart alive.Happy Ganesh Chaturthi !