Pramila Khadun,

For no reason

For no reason, I feel I can touch

The capitalized presence of the stars,

So beautifully scattered in the blue sky.

I will talk to them, reminiscing my childhood days

When the pink lollipop made my lips pink.

For no reason, I feel I can touch

The waves of the sea, the fathomless depths,

Just like the brush touches the canvas,

Where blue reigns supreme,

Where mythical half-women

Caress the dolphins filling their hearts

With delights myriad, a transcendence sublime.

For no reason, I feel I can touch the Himalayas,

Immortalize them, eulogize them, embrace them,

To recycle my mind, throwing out the debris,

A rationale for my visit,

Where the wind blows with neither fret nor fear

And the fragrance of pine cones

Pervades the air as sweetly as the moonbeams

Kiss the soft ripples of the lake water.

For no reason, I want to touch your heart,

While you tap your feet

To the rhythm of your harmonica

While the beautiful raindrops

Pitter-patter against the window panes

And I enter your room, all wet, rain drenched

And my naked body unfolds its beauties

Gradually to your naked eyes,

Naked heart, naked soul

And naked body.

Dolphin and Mermaid --  Vladimir Simakov