Mohan Rana

Mohan Rana Poems

Rain falling, day after day,
as if trying to clean off
our permanent stains,
but all it does is discolour
...

My home grew wizened on its Vivid Bharati
Its highs and lows, the fluctuating waves
Its knob has forsaken us in our last whitewash
Cells heated in the sun turn silent by nightfall
...

As the past approached,
the future, even when you've lived it,
remains to be seen.
...

They said: Don't go to the end of the Earth
because your lengthening shadow will frighten you.
There it is the world of winged pythons;
the earth there is ablaze with the fire they spit.
...

I saw the stars far off -
as far as I from them:
in this moment I saw them -
in moments of the twinkling past.
...

Is it right to speak of myself?
This will do:
I am a blue-eyed blackbird
My wings know all directions
...

I want to write to the lost children,
those whose clothes hung from the branches
of the mulberry tree, getting smaller
as the branches grew.
...

Between midday and nightfall
there comes a time
when the day's noise and actions
are already done with,
...

While light for us is fading
elsewhere it is brightening.
...

Sand has flown from the Sahara in the night,
crossing lands and seas to fall on this city.
Or has some wind blown it from nearby fields?
...

Woods on either side: light along the path down the middle.
Woods on either side and loud laughter: path silent down the middle.
Woods on either side, and screams: path unmoved down the middle.
Woods on either side, bathed in dreams: the path released from sleep.
...

Were this light even whiter
you and I would be invisible
we each would live our invisible pain
never knowing
...

Silently watching the morning's brilliant
light tear the dense clouds
I forgot the sky and
the aching hand
...

Different blues
in sky and waves.
The cloud hums a dream
of eyes open.
...

I dry out words in the rain
until one day all that is left
is whiteness. The verandah dazzles
with emptiness, so I take them back in.
...

All night long your restlessness
walked the wet streets of Lisbon,
pitter-patter.
A silent moan
...

The passageway is empty
Have all decisions been made?
All waiting finished
Sunlight falls onto flowerpots
...

The forest first dried inside me
The river turned into stone
The sky became barren
The earth fallow
...

Where have you disappeared or maybe I am lost
in what corner of the city, where
on two feet of land
even that is not mine
...

Soon a new season will start
if there is spring in this latitude
I'll change my clothes
and stroll around guided by maps
...

Mohan Rana Biography

Mohan Rana (Hindi: मोहन राणा) is a Hindi language poet from India. He has written six poetry books. Biography Mohan Rana was born in Delhi, India. He completed his graduate degree from Delhi University. His poetry work has been appreciated by poets. He uses techniques of free association and improvisation in his writing. The poet and critic, Nandkishore Acharya, has written that, 'Amongst the new generation of Hindi poets, the poetry of Mohan Rana stands alone; it defies any categorisation. However, its refusal to fit any ideology doesn't mean that Mohan Rana's poetry shies away from thinking - but that it knows the difference between thinking in verse and thinking about poetry. For Mohan Rana the poetic process in itself is also thought process.' Examples of his style of writing poetry are in these fifteen poems, translated from Hindi by Lucy Rosenstein and Bernard O'Donoghue. A standard shirt After midnight Another word for it As the past approaches Did you hear it too? In your own words Not what the words... The blue-eyed blackbird The colour of water The evening news and the roof of the world The morning post The photograph The poet's fate The washerman To the lost children (Translations from Hindi))

The Best Poem Of Mohan Rana

The Colour Of Water

Rain falling, day after day,
as if trying to clean off
our permanent stains,
but all it does is discolour
this well-worn shirt,
and wash the memory
of all the passing seasons
from the walls.

This is not summer
nor autumn nor winter:
sometimes I recognize myself,
then forget.

Maybe after so much rain
all colour will be washed out
and my shirt then be the colour of water.

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El volante 30 July 2021

Behind his fake persona Mohan Rana is a sociopathic narccsist. He is profoundly sick, manipulative & toxic. You have been warned!

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