Cordova-Gate-Garden /Spring has arrived…

Spring has arrived, the magnolia burst open/

reddish peaks ready to enter the eye of blue sky.

Spring has arrived, crocus underfoot pull on my ankles

Suggesting, bend down, touch me deep, decorate your bosom with purple delight

Spring has come, plum-blossom profuse spreads its beauty across fields

Near my house where it pulls me into its soothing pink-whites

Spring has come… birds chirp, the season of mating

Build a nest, producing offspring/Chirp, pance, enhance,

Spring has come But I alone sit in my cottage

Stroking my sarod, singing a large/You have not come, though flowers unfold

Bird mate, the sky receives pollen of joy, The meadow is rich

Even with Weedsn of dandelion, daisies and forget- me- nots.

But you have not come, neither at noon, nor midnight, not even morning

Ha, Hanta, once again, honoring poets with/when my sarod gentle weeps

and singing the love song of Bharava rasa at Tat-Sundharam Dhaman

Where lovers touch close, tate the rouge-rasa enter within and celebrate

The arriving of love’s bliss viz. Hers, Its, in the releases of laughter 

Fill the cup of life, with the prajA of Me’s-fest, spilling its remaints on the hem of my dress

I now try to hide in shamed despair of once again failed anurga

Spring has come…alias…alias…only the devas well-passed over the window-grove-greens

High above the earth, smiling with mirth… o Tat-Sundaram

Dhaman, when o when you will release the ourse of separation… Now I ask

performing the yajna of tears at Cordova -Gate-Garden-Pool

where I sing mula-mantra/ begging for you to shower a darshan/

Far from the Gates of -Tat Sundaram -Varshan