Nobody notices
nobody discovers
but you are sinking.
your kinetic movements
all are fine
but your potential energies
have started sapping out of time.
nobody could feel it
but only you
just this dawn
you realise you are done.....
the storebed of life
has started receding
you are shivering
for drugging urge
nobody finds it out
not even your man
every day your duties go
but you know, you are swiftly slow.
the inner oxygen levels are on decline
mind is meditating into nothing
you are sinking, no more excuses
you are waning, no more pretensions
what is there, after all
life is just a manuscript
corroded by time
eroded by passions
your page is but an illusion
since any page may be yours
what is written is out of fashion
interpretation is anybody's choice
every page is yours
when emotions tear
when truths trumpet
you are a carpet finished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When the going gets tough, the tough get going. First we should love ourself and then everything falls in place and as we increase in confidence the carpet will materialise into a priceless diamond......... Nice write