Mad men, when they move
their fingers in the air,
are trying to pacify an equatorial cyclone.
And by stamping their foot are trying
to stop a Volcano in Japan from exploding

 

Attempted translation from Malayalam of Satchidanandan’s “Bhrandanmar”

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Mad Men

Mad men do not have caste or religion,
neither do Mad women.
Nor do they have men or women like us.
They are outside any ideology.
And we, do not deserve their purity.

Mad men, they do not talk in dreams
They talk in another reality.
Their love is the love of the moonlit night
On full moon days it floods.

Mad men, when they look towards heaven
hear Goddesses we’ve never heard of.
When we see them shrugging their shoulders,
they are flapping their invisible wings.

Mad men, they believe that mosquitoes
too have souls and that
the green God of Grasshoppers,
jumps around with its long legs.

Mad men, sometimes see blood
oozing from tree trunks.
They sometimes see lions
roaring in the streets.

Mad men, sometimes see heaven
glittering in the eyes of a cat.
In these respects, they are pretty much like us.
But only Mad men can hear
the army of ants singing in chorus.

Mad men, when they move
their fingers in the air,
are trying to pacify an equatorial cyclone.
And by stamping their foot are trying
to stop a Volcano in Japan from exploding.

Mad men, their times are different.
A century for us, is a second for them.
In twenty seconds, they can reach Christ.
In another six seconds, they can reach Buddha.

Mad men, in a days time can
reach the ancient Big Bang.
They do not sit at one place because
the earth is constantly boiling inside.

Mad men, are
not mad like us.