The Radiant Writings of UV

In the farthest corner, lurks with a grin on his face A man needing a welcoming embrace. The man seems clueless of the life that awaits Of the pain he'll be holding Of the night that stays. I see that man everyday I see him in every place Dressed up as a commensal in me He goes and takes my place. Oh! Just look at that face! A jovial welcome is all he needs All he cares for, all he thinks of. Grossly immature, with a body of refute He walks in a disguise He walks into you In the blink of an eye, Or in the eye of the tiger, Courage is all he needs Or something he can go to banter Oh! Like a panther. Darkness beholds, moonlight shines Should he be grinning? Would he die? The commensal in me asks Would you care to divulge: What is life? Is it moot? What is all that I saw? Where's the who's who? Who makes you, you? Who? Care to say "who"?

Broken hearts, tethered souls Never undone, never old Fighting the tears back I need you here Going around in circles Faltering evermore I had a dream of never falling apart Of ever loving you, forever, so far Of beating around the bush, for that yes But soon found out, you were just like the rest The rest in my life Who left me high and dry I thought you might be it But now I think, was it even worth a try You have someone with you now Someone who got to you first Before I came around It’s obvious I think that he is the lucky one He has the heart I needed He has the soul I like the most He has the one I will remember For which I have strived the most Losing my sleep, in those dreams I want to die a handsome rose With no one around to love me like that It’s a wasted life to live, I suppose?

Faulty wiring in your brain Can make go insane. And so much of being inane May lead to no disdain.

You try to cherish every beat of the heart, Every breath of the lungs, When you're ecstatic No sense bothers your mind, No cold stones to grind, Everything is charismatic You ride oceans and seas, Automatic, Thus, you're symptomatic No drug leaves you unhealed, No wound left to bleed, This so, like, melodramatic! As the phase recedes, So will the faith with fate, We shall stand-up and relieve the pain

僕たちの一生で色んな旅がある。この旅は運命を追求してる時の部分になってる。つまり、苦しさや失敗や成功などを加えてる旅の部分だ。でも、この旅は命である原の苗だよ！ 月明かりで歩いてる時、静かな村で友達と馬鹿のようにヒンディ語のボリウッド歌を口ずさむや笑うなどをするのは、いつもすることじゃないね！だから、その夜は特別になっちゃう。 最近、このような経験をガンジャドという小さな村で、今回のワォル・アート・フェステバル2014「わふ」で参加していた時、感じた。そこに、色んな感じと紹介できた。田舎の風、日本人の熱心、自然の美しさ、子供たちの清純ときれいなアート、全部加えて、素敵な思い出になった！ 都会に住んでる僕たちは、このような経験がいらないと思ってるね！これは、僕らの生活、仕事のストレス、山ほどの仕事のせいだと思う。だから、そのようなもっと新しいことをこの、余り長くない、一生で加えようね！ さて、「わふ」の経験はとても楽しかった！ 新しい 日本人の 友達 と 仲良くした。大事な決意をした。新しい 生 方を見つけた。仲間たちともっと近づいた！ とてもおいしいインドと日本料理も味わった！ そこで、僕たちの本当の仕事は、日本語やヒンディ語であるアーティスト・トークをマラティ語で通訳するだけではなく、他のボランティア仕事もあった。あれも、やっぱり楽しかったよ！ やがて、「わふ」の経験は、価千金で嘘のようで立派だって、一番最高だった！ 最後に、オカズさんとあっこさん、このような立派な イニシアティブで参加させてくれ て 、本当に有難いです！それに、日本から来たほかのボランティアたちにも仲良くして、色々と話してくれて、グループのメンバーのように参加させたから、ありがとうを伝えたい！ えだもんさんの料理も懐かしんでるよ！ 皆さん、本当にありがとうございました！ また、できたら、いつか会いましょうね！

Light fills the darkness, Staring up above at the glitter of the night. Lying on the grass, my heart thinks. Will the sun shine tomorrow? Will the moon gleam the same? Will the stars brighten the night sky? Will the seven color smile at me? Will the rains flood my streets? Will there be a delta where rivers meet seas? Will she be at the door? Or will she be long gone? Leaving my heart black!" I get up and start to walk, And before realizing, I start to talk. Oh! Lord high above! Let her be, let her be!! She is my soul, my eternity! My charm that I need! Let her be at my side! May we never part our ways!

Life is filled with journeys. The journeys are a part of our eternal search for destiny. It is the part of our route to destiny, which is also filled with hardships, failures, and successes. Further, the journeys toward our destiny are the seedlings of our wilderness. Walking in the moonlight, humming silly Rajashri Productions' songs or laughing at idiotic things with your friends in a quiet village scene is one of the most unprecedented events in most of our lives. It marks the specialness of the night itself. The most recent experience of mine was in a small village of Ganjad, which left me spellbound and satisfied. It was during the Wall Art Festival 2014, organized by a Japanese NGO. There I ended up interacting with a host of new emotions. The village air, the Japanese enthusiasm, the beauty of the nature, the innocence of the children, the beautiful art, all conjoined into one big bag of lovely experiences. In my knowledge, we city dwellers care less about these exp