your dawn,
awfully awesome.
my night,
awesomely awful.
darkness,
kindles light in me.
crawling in my depth,
I reach atop
I lose my soul,
in the ambience,
the conspiring universe,
hides its glamour in my eyes.
and my crude being,
I flaunt in the ocean’s womb.
the starry cloak, of an everlasting remembrance,
sucks my memory,
and blesses with a spontaneity,
that erupts in words.
I lose my all,
to gain 'all'.
I write my all,
to seek a sweet solace
crept in my conscience,
a silent thought,
origin-less,
without a destiny,
a moment’s birth,
sublime in its essence,
lasts in my spilt ink.
why the hell do I call it my own?
[i know this poem seems futlie and unnecessary/without context, but i really dunno what it is, couldn't even find a title.
excuse the abruptness of it, but its all that came, and the way it came..]
I lose my all, to gain 'all'. Excellent! What a composition? What this all? Must be LOVE. Ten dr. sakti 13.08.09.
your poem comes from ether, and your thoughts too! expressed yourself beautifully.
thanks to indira maam for the fourth stanza, credit goes to her for adding great depth to the poem. thank you very much maam.
I lose my all, to gain 'all'. I write my all, to seek a sweet solace....not that what you wrote isn't good, just felt like it to give a deeper philosophical dimension...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
watever it is... i liked the flow of words.. :)