Sun creeps to the horizon,
In silent and slow-paced chariot
With crimson face and pale eyes.
To a citadel of hope he travels
For open out an empire of thought
Womb of desire fecundate there again
To elicit us from the sullen pall of darkness.
To rise up with a crystal face again.
But at times our mind will sink
Under that horizontal point
At crepuscular momment of our life.
Man oh man, I had to look up like 10 words up, then let them sink in, restart, then restart.... Lol, the vocabulary is superb, the message of the lows and ups of life's journey, the rise of hope, our refuge, the soft twilight... I have always liked twilight, but this beats it! Bravo bro....
Beautiful use of words to convey the dream like world yo have built, its so natural and dynamic that its a joy to see this flow from a good artist.
Holy moly! Holy doly! What an expression of thought. Thoughts are not limited by anything. You proved the good old statement again. These are my favorite lines of the poem. 'For open out an empire of thought And womb of desire fecundate here again To elicit us from sullen pall of darkness. To rise up with a crystal face again.' Yes we need get spirit from Dazzling sun. Well said by the poet. I am grateful to the poet for sending such a great message to the whole world with this poem. Again, I pray god to help your scaling the ladder in life and also in poetry. Hats of to you amigo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Horizontal point however spinning around chasing the lights and birth day and night emulate life real path...Nice work Vipin the words just on d right place :) _Unwritten Soul