exclusively different
the touch of your unscanned finger
you touched my rib
with such sophisticated manner
my hell, I lost all the senses of loving
the objects I interact all the time
to feel life on the earth
loved your exclusively exquisite manner
a lady of no charm yet the fingers are barred
to give the brush my acoustic tremor
so nice you live or not live
the same yet you got your life
at least once to please my acrylic fever
not painted on the screen but
colored the shudder always closed
keep you promised to suck it again
the shadow of dancing destruction
you created by specialised practice
to offer a man the heaven to leave
at least once in living orbit
exclusively different your caravan
the legend you carried whole the night
I promised not to share except you
my prophetic killer who never knew
how to kill a heart
simply the piped body to examine
its potency by thrushing concert
at least my exclusive cute
never will meet your hip again to convey
you were a superlative
to make a serious thirst hungry
for its agonised enmity never blinds
his ultimate search the life
beyond the death by its passion.....
Pranab k c
08/2013
Your poem is a debate about an eccentric feeling regarding agony and ecstasy. I can see in this great work the portrait of a killer- enjoyed reading this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great work for brilliant words wonderful poem