The Tretagni
My breath, the warmness,
Memorizing the Past endless;
Kiting hopes to the pinnacle;
Transcending the great puzzle!
The fragrance, chanting the mantra,
The sweetness melodious
Nebulized to the skies unknown,
The love-bird humming
The unsung hues!
My tears as hot as blood,
Sweat an' thought vaporized,
The soul longing for the aroma,
That omnipresence,
The micronized!
You make my pyre,
To immortalize
The mortal;
In your blueness fathomless,
The Wink is this moment eternal.
17-1-2012
Note: - Tretagni = three sacred fire (Indian Mythology)
Kiting = fly a kite
Mantra = hymn
A very beautiful write. Greatly appreciate the definitions at the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really so special and inquisitive to read