hangs in sight a lifeless mute lustreless moon
and veiled lie the stars under the clouds cloak
on a night sky silent still and endlessly dark
gladly lit is my parchment in golden glow of
memories timeless woven in magical myriad hues
sands of colour we know shift by sweep of time
searching verses in profusion morn and night
but akin skies' transformation finding the stars
pale parchment mine in elation to metamorphose
witnessing you as golden lining of verses born
your intoxicating haunting scent when finds
the seeking flow of my lonely ink in blue
fragrant the inscriptions fall on parchment all
a burst of joy for heart to embrace as spaces
in between the lines fill with your lingering warmth
perennially protean the shades of season every
to witness relentless pouring of memories
enduring and endearing thoughts to adorn poetry
borne by parchment glowing and fragrant ever
my endeavour to gain memories' magical yarns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it kept making me think of when I used to open my pencil case at school and this aroma came out and as soon as it hit my nose I just wanted to write.. but, that's what it made me think