My tent,
she stood like
a mountain peak:
an embodiment of
human pride!
Poor sandstorms
hated her always
as they couldn't hurt!
Axis of earth was her
central pillar!
Lovely clouds-
multi-coloured -
were tarpaulins!
While dwelling
peacefully there,
my eyes picked up
the weariness in your eyes...
You: a lone camel,
scorched by out broken
sandstorms...
The agony in you eyes:
an auger worm which
pierced my heart,
bruised my soul!
As I had fallen for
your outpourings,
first your silent head
entered in.
Then the same Arab's tale!
My turban flew in tempest,
sand on eyes, ears and lungs...
Hot touch of molten sand blisters!
When carried away in a heat wave,
just one moment our eyes met!
O It was you: an intruder
I never expected,
a tenant never intend to vacate!
Now I wander like a gypsy,
don't know how to
squander life or end it!
Pity!
07.07.98
Excellent use of metaphor and imagery. Ten without hesitation. Kind regards, Sandra
Excellent! Gypsy Life, Desert, Tent... An off-bit subject! ! Well addressed poetically. dr. sakti. 20.07.09.
No MattEr HoW StronG Our ShiElds WeRe LovE Is JusT so PowerfuL.. to MakE Us SurrendeR to Our OwN WeaKnesS and PowerfuL to Give us StrenGth! Nice! ! ! Very verY BeutifuL! ! ! ! !
Prem, How Proud and Self-Sufficient we were before we became victims of Sly Love who turns us out as nomads into life in search, for a soulmate, for eternity! Your potrayal is beautifu, vivid and use of the Arab tale apt and so well done! Pls read my 'Beggar' when you find time. Angel
Premji, the poem and the images it evokes reverberate in my mind- i have read it several times- pain, agony and the last two lines are heart rending.sense of desolation- you alone can capture in this way.10+++ Mamta
Great.. our love is our life.. our life is our love..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very deep thoughtful poetry depicting the lifes expreiences