The moon sets
behind the roof-top
in the far western sky
beneath the dark veils
of palm forest
down the lonely hill
by the sea of sexless nights.
Released from
exile of lust
over lives after lives
of unborn urge
all your shadows
play hide-and-seek
with clouds of heartless-
girl friends of past lives
playing evil games
in the violent sky
before the dawn of
the only golden morning
yet to be conceived.
Our lives after lives od unborn urrge All your shadows Play hide and seek ......................... Only golden morning Yet to be conceived. We have to wait sir.we are that orphan dot amongst mutitude of dreams left un attended.we live with mus of our itching.Such realisation is very rare sir.I am deeply submerged into the theme.Thanks for sharing
Thank you sir for being with me on the same line queueing after almost the same dream and tortured almost the same way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
with clouds of heartless- girl friends of past lives playing evil games in the violent sky before the dawn of the only golden morning yet to be conceived. A beautiful poem shared. 10+++ for it.