As if the container of mind
Reached the last mark of sobriety
Extreme frontier of patience
Beyond which fire and froth are one
Each vying to consume the other
Each suffering on extended plateau
of guilt and lust and lust and guilt
your past and mine came together
^^^ Wardhas’s...^^lost souls^^.... wandered into the stream of consciousness or was it stupor? ? ?
Well written. U get 10++++ Thanks for your nice comment on my poem My Balloon.
R ight you are e vident of tactfulness h as the ability of abstractions a nd cunny creativity n oted as a spell!
Your acumen, for abstractivity & underpinnings is only superseded by your uncanny ability to intrigue your audience...such as me! FACINATING WRITE, MY FRIEND! FjR
This is a heady brew you have here...what a remarkable description of what lies beyond....wonderful..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent....dreamy passionate all consuming.....im honored by the tribute.thnks rehan